Tales of a place worth wandering

The Part Where I Live and he Dies

I saw it, with my own eyes. Lying in front of me was the leaky faucet of the Red Sea pouring out of his lifeless body.
I couldn't help but cry, the tears were too strong but not strong enough to cover up the emotional tug-o-war happening within me. 
It was a gory scene with a sleepy, calm body resting within.
All I can do is sit here and watch over my fathers lifeless body.
I couldn't remember why I was here.
Was here a reason?
How did I get here?
I haven't even met my dad until recently.
Though I almost never met him I felt like I had lived this great adventurous life with him. The memories were like a polaroid picture that I shook but never quite came to life.
The only thing my dad ever gave me, besides a slew of unanswered questions and a name with no face, is wizardry.
He was a wizard and I never knew. Maybe it wasn't safe for me to know, and I guess it's not now. I do know that this is my fate. If I've learned one thing it's that fate is fate and no matter how hard you try to rearrange the puzzle pieces it can only be solved one way, a way that has already been solved all along.