บท 218: If wishes were horses.

Unfortunately for grandma Saxon, not all wishes could be fulfilled. When Phoebe went to her bedroom to shed a tear for Luther and pray for his soul, the Saxon spirit appeared and it wasn't alone, Luther was with her.

The tears that she had been fighting burst out on seeing him. She knew that the man was going to die but it still hurt, she had not known him for a long time but it hurt. It hurt as if she had just lost her very own grandfather.

"I am sorry old patriarch, life has been unfair to both of you."

"Don't cry dear little shaman." Luther smiled warmly. "You have helped me greatly because I have died with no burdens in my heart. I am ready to move on and be with my granddaughter. I just wanted to see you one last time and express my gratitude. Please carefully utilize the gift that I have left you."