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Kyron stared at the pillar of a man with his mouth open standing in front of him. He had to be at least seven feet, his broad shoulders rounded under his black pea coat like a NBA player, his face made of solid and angular features carved to perfection like Michelangelo chiseled them himself.

"My, my grandfather?"

"Doubtless there could have been a smoother way for us to meet." The man smiled. His hand still extended.

Kyron set his hand in the giant palm stuck out before him and shook it disbelievingly.

"But, but how? "Kyron stuttered. "How are you my grandfather?"

"Do you ask of me to explain the whole process from womb to cradle?" his grandfather laughed

" No I mean I mean." How is he my grandfather?! This is the guy I saw in the daydream, the height, the clothes, and the name, what the heck is going on?

"This is my father Kyron. Apparently." His mother said while returning from the kitchen with a pitcher of green tea and three drinking glasses " He has been searching for us. " she poured a cup for his grandfather and another for herself and Kyron, (Rashad hated to drinking anything outside of kool-aid and liquor).

Kyron looked from his mother's round face to the face of the man in front him. To his shock there was a resemblance, His mother's eyes were the same sea grey shade of his "grandfather", although not nearly as bright and both of their gazes held that same deep overly wise "I've been in three thousand wars look" her full lips had the same cupid bow curve as his, and both of them had those voices, those oddly pleasant and relaxing speaking voices. and that weird way of pronunciation that he always noted his mother had As if both had learned English as a second language.

His grandfather nodded slowly, still eyeing Kyron intently." Yes, I have been looking for you all across the state. When I returned to the mainland I went to the old home we had in Camden." His grandfather turned his head to Kiesha, a solemn look on face. " I.. I visited your mother's grave too."

Kieshas eyes closed and her hands tightened on her glass cup.

"Are-loth," He said gently, his voice laced with tenderness only a father could have. "I am so sorry I wasn't there."

His mother opened her eyes but kept her gaze fixed on the clear glass table in front of them. "You knew she was sick." She whispered.

He nodded his head." I did, but I didn't know it was terminal.." He removed his wide brimmed hat to reveal a head of thick copper colored hair tied in a tousley ponytail down his back. "I tried to heal her, I used every remedy or lyric of enchantment I know."

Kyron ears perked at the last phrase. Lyric of enchantment?

"But it was to no avail, even in my first life I was not so trained in the healing arts. Then your mother, Alicia she became so irate and violent.." He winced painfully from memory. "Blaming me, blaming the world. Cursing me out in public, telling random people I wasn't human, I … there's only so much I can bear."

Keisha had closed her eyes trying to prevent the tears streaming down her face, just like they had the last time she had seen her father. "I understand daddy, I do." Rashad cocked an eye at his crying spouse, then back to her father and took a swig from his beer bottle.

My grandads a white guy. Kyron pondered. Go figure

Part of the reason I came back here was for Kyron." His grandfather said.

"What for ?" Rashad slurred. "You come to pay us the post-child support his daddy owes us for feeding his fat ass?" he laughed and slapped the knee of his liquor stained blue jeans.

A small light of rage passed through his grandfather's grey eyes, a warning sign that Rashad missed amidst his laughter but both Kyron and Keisha watched.

"uhh babe." His mother said urgently "You don't have to be so rude to our guest. After all he is my dad."

Kyron looked from his grandfather to Rashad, he had seen Rashad throw hands in the parking lot of the projects before. He did know how to fight fairly well, but just from sizing him up it looked like if worse came to worse Rashad would lose.. Badly.

"No, I don't think that's necessary." he answered in a measured tone. "Are-loth I came because he has been given the choice." The last word he pronounced slowly.

Kiesha's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

Kyron frowned." The choice?"

His grandfather nodded his head.

"But how?" Kiesha stuttered. "I decided to be normal."

"None of the shit ya'll talking about sound normal." Rashad laughed and took another swig.

"You did." His grandfather said, ignoring Rashad's comment. "I would think to that that choice would affect your son as well. But." He put a long hand inside one of his coat pockets, pulling out a rolled up white parchment.

He unrolled it to reveal hieroglyphic-like writing in black ink. "I received this letter from Eonwe , herald of Manwe. Apparently the bloodline of Finwe bleeds true in this boy. Therefore the choice is offered to him as well."

"Okay could you guys stop pretending like I'm not in the room and tell me what's going on here?" Kyron said with his hands thrown up in the air exasperatedly. His grandfather and mother turned their heads to him in surprise. "You went from talking about grandma dying to enchantment and now I don't know where you guys are in the conversation." For once I'm actually starting to agree with Rashad. This does sound crazy. He thought to himself.

His mother rubbed her shoulder uncomfortably. "Son, it's very hard to explain."

"And what's this about a choice that I have?"

His mother sighed and rubbed her forehead. "That's even harder to explain."

"Can you please try mom,." Kyron said sarcastically.

'Are-loth, " His grandfather said. " If he allowed it, would it be okay if I spoke to him outside? "

"For what?" Kyron said suspiciously.

His grandfather smiled. "Only to give you the answers you seek."

"Are you sure?"

Hs grandfather nodded grimly ." I am positive Are –loth, if it need be anybody to explain the choice it should be me."

"Why do you keep calling her that ereloth?" Kyron asked.

"Because it's my name." His mother said quietly. "My former name at least."

"Still your name ." His grandfather said firmly. He stepped over rashads stretched out legs on the floor and wrapped his arms around kiesha.. "You will always be my little Are-loth." He whispered in her ear.

Kiesha shook her head while she hugged her father tightly. "Not always.." After a few seconds she released her father and stood up. She walked to where Kyron watched the two confused in the middle of the living room, put two hands on his shoulders and stared at him with a solemn yet happy look in her grey eyes.

"Kyron?" she said.

"yes mom?" He said uneasily.

"You are about to make the biggest decision you could ever make in your life." She said. "I want to tell you which choice to choose but.. " she closed her eyes slowly." It needs to be a decision that you make by yourself."

"ummmmm okay mom." Kyron said.

" shall we be off?". His grandfather walked to the front door and laid hand on the rust-crusted door knob. " We will be back soon son, we are just going for a little walk around the corner." He promised.

Kyron nodded slowly and walked to the front door. "By the way , uhh grandpa?"

"Yes?"

"What is your name?"

The man cast opened the front door and stepped out into the impoverished landscape of snow covered bricks and huddled over fiends. "My birth name is Kanafinwe Makalaure , but in this world I was more known by Maglor.