It's been a day after the brief visit to the blue moon pack, his home, and yet he couldn't get over the memories. They kept recurring, and they were getting as fresh as what he couldn't describe.

His first sight of his home was amazing. The winds which blew there was much better than what he had ever felt, it was as though it was specially made for that environment.

He felt it and it was though he was young again, infact, the memories returned as he stepped his feet on the garden.

His parents favourite place. It was more of a love garden to them than what others would...