Ash looked at Adrian, whose gaze was still locked on Prophetess Annette in disbelief.
"How...how do you know each other?" Ash asked quietly.
Before Adrian could respond, Prophetess Annette stepped closer and gently placed a hand on Ash's shoulder. A soft smile touched her lips. "You can call me Grandma," she said warmly.
Ash blinked, taken aback. "Grandma?"
Annette sighed lightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Have you forgotten your grandmother's younger sister, Melissa?"
Ash's eyes widened as memories came rushing back-thirteen years ago.
...
He had been at the goat shed with his grandmother, helping her feed Matata's mother. Matata wasn't born yet.
Ash had been laughing uncontrollably at one of her grandmother's jokes when a voice echoed from the compound.
"Sister! Sister! Where are you? I've come!"
Ash turned to his grandmother, whose expression suddenly darkened.
"Grandma, someone's calling you," he said softly.
