Beyond The Aura (Very Old)

Chapter 10 - Father & Son

It was about ten at night and I was sitting on the roof holding my guitar looking at the stars. I began strumming the strings on the guitar thinking. I just sat there strumming the strings thinking about my father. Whenever I hold the guitar I just think about him and the fun we had before he passed. The worst part about it was that I was young when he left the world, and I didn't handle it well.

I stopped strumming and looked back at the stars.

"Dad... I miss you... I'll never forget the time we had... even if I don't remember a lot about my past..." I said using my aura.

It was silent for seconds until I saw a glisten at the corner of my eye. I quickly turned my head to find a star shining brighter than the others. I gave a slight smile. "Glad you can hear me..." I said softly.

I saw another star began shining brighter, I looked at it then five other ones began shining brighter and more began shining. I looked closely at them because something wasn't right. The stars were moving!"

It was silent when I saw the stars moving and something caught my ears. "Zack..." said a voice that echoed through the night.

I froze for a second and gave the stars a harder look and by my surprise the stars formed a head like shape and the head looked very familiar. I gave the stars a better look, and my eyes widened after seeing something that I thought I would never see again. Stood in front of me that the stars made a constellation of my father's head.

I dropped the guitar on the roof and quickly stood up. "Father..." I said softly.

"ah... still handsome as your father" he said.

"I... I look nothing like you... not anymore..." I said.

"Don't look so down son... You look like yourself to me..."

I gave dad a look.

"Just because you look different doesn't mean you're not my son..."

I remained silent letting him speak.

"Clara seems nice..." he spoke.

"She's been helping me... a lot actually... I learned my abilities fast... faster than I thought..."

"and that's what I'm proud about you..."

I still remained silent.

"You still have your instinct and that's what I'm proud of... ever since you transformed you believed in yourself and you didn't give up"

My eyes began to fill with tears.

"You were a great son... even if you look different"

I gave a slight smile showing him my gratitude.

"Glad we got to have one last talk dad..." I said softly.

"And I am too son..." he responded.

I looked down at the guitar and back at dad's constellation.

"Still see you have that guitar..." he said.

"I never forgot it" I said.

"How's life going on up there?" I asked.

"Going good... I finally get to see my old friends that I thought I would never see again..." he responded.

I looked back at the guitar, sat down and grabbed it and began strumming it. "I want to play you a song dad..." I said.

"I would love to listen... but I must leave now..." he said.

"what?! You can't leave yet!" I said in a hurry and stood up.