Fear still gripped Geborrin – but now he could fight it.
He focused on the light that was growing inside him.
The light that grew when he saw his son.
The light that blossomed for all his children.
The light that made him give his life for the stars.
It pushed him forward.
Drove him towards his son.
Gave him the will and strength to move his legs, ignoring the fear grasping at his heels.
It put him, standing tall, in front of his boy.
There was a gentle smile on his face.
“I am not afraid.”