"I'm your father."
The words froze Atticus.
Father? What father? His mind immediately went back to the vision he had when he first awakened the Solvath fragment. The man who had found him when the fragment first attached itself to him.
Atticus stared at the man, brow furrowed.
His… father?
"You don't remember." There was sadness in the man's eyes before it settled into resolve. "Then I'll help you."
The man was in front of him before he could react, a thumb pressing against his forehead.
"Wha—"
Atticus felt a jolt run through his mind, then darkness swallowed his vision.
…
Atticus dreamed of a life that was both strange and familiar.
He had been born as the only son of Attimax and Ilyshkara Ravenstein, God of Man and leader of the Rion Sanctum, and the Supreme Elemental Arbiter. He had been born with a diamond spoon. Beloved by both his parents. Given everything he could ever want.
