'Mom, are you alright?'
'Am I alright?' She gasped, stroking the feathers on my wings.
'That one's a long story, but I do need to talk to you about something else when we get out of here.'
'There'll never be a better moment than now,' she waved at the gathering people below. 'We all heard your voice in our heads, and I can tell it's huge by the look on your face.'
'But we don't have time to-'
'Jake Goodwin, You're going to make time!'
And here I was, thinking nothing scared me any more. 'You're right, mom. Sorry. I'd been trying to work out how to tell you. Dad-'
'I know he's dead,' strangely, my mother wasn't upset, or if she was, she was doing a masterful job at keeping her emotions in check. 'There's no good way of finding out your husband was killed.'
'Are you sure you're alright?'
She frowned. 'I think so.'
'You need to know; dad died fighting Nightmouth on a world called Everblade. But he's buried on Tolkholme.'
'Nightmouth.' She repeated with widening eyes.
