The beginning

Since the first time my eyes laid on him, I knew he was mine.

I have always believed that the most beautiful trait of life is its ability to change over time. He was never able to see its beauty while he was by my side. He was angry and rightfully so. The world was cruel to him. The living was cruel and so was the dead.

I held on to the hope that with time he would heal. That I could help him. I wanted nothing more than to take his pain away, but I knew that in the end, I could not heal him. I could not shield him from the horrors of the world. I tried to show him the good, but he could not see what I could.

In the end, he left me and the bond we shared closed.

The pain I felt upon his departure was unlike anything I had previously endured. The pain of abandonment was not something new to me. Deep down I knew that he wouldn't stay forever. He was not happy. All I ever wanted was his happiness.

I refused to let myself look for him. I wanted to run around the globe searching for my missing progeny. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to destroy everything around me and make the world feel my pain.

The present

For the first time In over a thousand years, I felt it. The bond that ties me to him awakened slightly. It was only the smallest sliver, but I could feel it clearly. The pain, self-loathing, disgust, and regret he feels are overwhelming.

He probably isn't even aware I could feel him. The emotions are too strong to stay hidden. I have to go to him.

Over the years I have amassed a great amount of wealth. Many knew my name and the power I possess. It was not difficult to book a flight to Texas on such short notice.

I have kept tabs on my progeny since his departure all those years ago. Even if he did not want my help, I could not find it in myself to leave him completely.

My flight could not end quickly enough. Because I am traveling from overseas it would take a lot longer than I would prefer to make it to my destination. I decided to spend the majority of my time on the long flight inside my travel coffin. Although it was not daytime at the beginning of the flight, I wanted to avoid as many social interactions as possible.

As soon as the plane landed I could smell the distinctly Texan air wafting through my coffin's walls. This is where my child has made his home. I have not been this close to him since he left. I could feel his closeness through the bond. I wonder if he could feel my proximity or if his emotions have numbed his ability to feel that the bond was opened.

As soon as I was able, I left my travel coffin and made my way to the car waiting for me. The black 1970 Plymouth Cuda was a favorite of mine. I was never one to be invested in vehicles, but this one caught my eye back in the 70s.

I quickly climbed into the passenger side of the car and closed the door.

Now my search for my long lost progeny can truly begin.