The Long Lost Son

The paralyzing darkness lifted inch by inch. Kaelen kept his eyes shut, waiting for the jagged throbbing in his skull to fade. When he finally forced his heavy eyelids open, the blurred edges of an unfamiliar, luxurious room came into view. He blinked, bringing his surroundings into focus, and his gaze landed on a figure seated quietly in a chair beside the bed. An elderly man with smoky-gray hair