He found himself walking in an empty space, filled with darkness, every step was taken with uncertainty.
Beneath his feet there was water, stagnant enough for his steps to cause ripples across the surface whenever he moved.
"Where am I?" He spoke out, but his words seem to disappear into the abyss. In all his years he had never experienced something so strange.
He walked endlessly for hours until he saw a bright white light in the distance, it seemed to be approaching him slowly.
By the time he got there, he saw his grandson, standing there, smiling at him.
"Jacob?" The old man asked, still struggling to keep his vision.
"Yes grandad, it's me." The young man spoke, he didn't seem as surprised as Alaric.
"Jacob my boy! Ho! Ho! Missed your granddad that much did you?" The old man laughed, his demeanor had changed in an instant, but his doubts remained. "It could be that you're just a mirage set by my enemies, in that case I should probably eliminate you."
