“Why are we here?” I asked.
“Graveyards are peaceful, don’t you think?”
“I suppose,” I replied, looking around at the mountains and the green grass on the hilly slope and the stones that marked the dead.
“I thought perhaps you needed to see this place, just once.”
I didn’t realize what he meant until I stared down at two graves with a freshly placed stone. “Elibris and Johanna Dulciat” the dual stone was engraved.
“Darthganton’s grave,” I said.
“And your mother’s?”
“You know?” I turned to him shocked.
“Perhaps I too see visions,” he said.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked.
“You have no reason to rebel against your father anymore. You won, my love. You needn’t be a slave to any man, least of all me. I wanted you to have the chance to cut the ties to your past.”
I stared from
