Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
I gasp a little as a new vision forms – very fleeting, very brief –
But in it, Jesse is an old, old man – wrinkles crinkle around his eyes as he smiles down at a child in his arms –
His grandchild, or maybe his great-grandchild – or maybe not a child of his blood at all, but certainly one he loves very, very much –
It’s gone as soon as it comes, but it’s enough.
Jesse – he lives. And it’s enough.
“Thank you,” I breathe, my eyes turned up now towards the sky, the tension falling from my shoulders. “Thank you.”
“Trust them,” the Goddess says, her words even fainter now than they were before. “Even if you don’t trust this world, or me, trust them.”