Kirateon

There was a time when the worlds were united. I remember sitting on my father's lap, in front of the fireplace in his study, whilst he told me the story of the Kirateon.

I would listen so intently, as though my 6 year old mind could even begin to fathom the significance of the mind boggling creation he was describing. He would talk about it as though it was the most amazing thing ever.

He never even talked about mother in the same awed tone that he discussed the Kirateon. Perhaps that's why mother left. Maybe she felt he was far too obsessed with this fantasy of his.

It's unfortunate she didn't stick around: she could have at least said goodbye.