Ayen had expected it. Yet, there was a huge difference between speculating about something and when he finally knew who he was going to meet.
At the center of the flower garden were two well-decorated tombstones. Ayen stared at the tombstones and read the names engraved on them.
No, there was not really a name.
'Mama' and 'Papa'
There were only these two terms engraved on both sides, and a simple RIP. There was not even an epitaph. Yet, somehow that simplicity was enough.
It was a world where having a tomb for normal civilians was a luxury.
The three of them stood before the tombstones, solemn but not sorrowful. Khal had long since moved on; he did not even remember their faces anymore.
Although, it was regretful not to have pictures of them. Khal knew his parents had not left any printed memories for him. Even their names, he was not sure.
