Jack stood looking at the tapestry on the wall. He wasn’t interested in the picture, it was just an excuse for standing there, eavesdropping through the door. He was worried.
His uncle and his grandfather were in the next room having a discussion about his future. Grandfather had custody, had for seven years since his parent’s accident. Uncle Rand had decided it was time to take over. Uncle Rand was spouting about Gramp getting old. How he needed to “rest” and Rand was “willing” to take on the responsibility. It was obvious it was because Jack came with money, even at ten, Jack understood that.
Unfortunately, Rand had a point. Gramps was seventy-three. Still spry and healthy, neither he nor Jack had any concerns about him making it through until Jack turned twenty-one. But Rand was building a case that would sound valid to the courts.
As he stood listening, he caught sight of an odd figure in the tapestry. How had he never seen it before? It actually looked like Gramp, but younger. The face, the body... but odd, old fashioned clothes. Big boots and a big floppy shirt with a large gold belt holding it tight. His father?
As he stared, he got a little dizzy, blinking suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he was standing next to that figure, in a strange but familiar place. He was actually in the tapestry!
“Rand won’t win,” said the man, “don’t worry. Your Grandfather is wiser than even you think. We’ll see you soon.”
Jack blinked again and found himself again, just standing next to the door.
Suddenly Rand came out, angry. “This is not the end old man!” he said stomping away.
Gramps looked at Jack questioningly, and then he added, “I see you know now, that it’s not.”