Chapter Two Hundred And Thirteen: Meet Father

Niklaus' point of view 

I had a nightmare, no, nightmares throughout my sleep. But I could remember one vividly.

I saw Maya, she was beautiful, so ethereal looking, and dressed in a white flowing gown that hid her feet. I was on the beach, watching her as she walked further and further into the waves.

"Maya," I remembered calling her name times without a number but she wouldn't answer; she kept waving at me.

I tried to run to her then, but it was like running on a treadmill. I was sure of making progress yet was stuck in the same place.

But something happened.

A boy popped out of nowhere and appeared by her side. A strange boy; however, the striking similarity between him and I was undeniable. A lump formed in my throat, he was my son?

"Papa," he called and waved at me too.