You felt it.... This was an inherited memory. And yet.... You could control yourself. You can say what you want to say.... Not like traditional inherited memories. What is it? Magic? Brain power? Who knows.

You were sitting on a gazebo. It was a sunny morning.... You didn't know why you were there. But.... You felt at peace for the first time in a while.

You heard footsteps behind you.... Then a man with dark firey hair and a flame-like marking on his forehead sat beside you.

"..."

He stayed quiet. You need.to start conversation.