To some this moment would never come in their lives. The moment when everything seems to click, when the last piece of the puzzle is added to create a completed image, a masterpiece right before their eyes.
Astor would get to experience this special moment, these few seconds where his whole world would change, where he would change.
Slowly as the images would pop behind his closed eyelids everything would start to make sense. His feelings, his thoughts, his fears.
It all started from a moment, a memory so old it could turn into dust and be scattered by the wind if it was touched by a person.
It was a man, sitting in a golden throne, his chest exposed underneath his airy chiton with golden jewels on his strong hands. A man with fiery red hair falling on his back and orange eyes. A man who smelled like fire and cinnamon with a smile warm and caring.
