I Shall Inherit The Moon

This vision was surreal for Neptune. Ether must have invaded his mind to a great degree to make this seem so epic.

The man standing before him, with a grand backdrop of the illustrious moon and wind powerfully flowing through the man's hair gave an overwhelmingly powerful scene that raised Neptune's very arm hairs.

"Inheritor?" Neptune uttered under his breath.

"Look there, son." The old man turned, pointing his palm towards the moon.

"The moon..." Neptune silently exclaimed. He faced the old man again, "Wait, who are you? What is this place?"

"Those answers will come to you in due time. However, now is not the time to be questioning me. Now is the time to inherit the moon, my boy." The old man's words were transcendent and deep feeling.

Neptune couldn't help but feel as though his entire life had led up to this moment somehow.

He was confused, but a fire lit up in his stomach as he stared at that grand moon.