Myron didn't know what to say. He thought of his mother, and it didn't cross his mind that she was now alone, staying in that village where he left her. It had been more than ten years since he set out to make a name for himself, and he didn't look back ever since. He was known as the son of the Deity King, and along with that, his strength made him a major figure in the Midlands.
Inadrys added, seeing the look on Myron's face, "Did you ever wonder what she was doing? How she was?"
"Don't feel bad, Myron. We all make mistakes. But you should know when to make those mistakes into opportunities for growth." Inadrys was getting into his mind, and Myron was forgetting the reason he looked for Inadrys.
Myron slammed the wooden cup up on the table and said, "Stop your blabber. I will visit her; I will go to her and take her with me."
