Sera scooped the fresh flowing water of the stream and washed her face. It had been three days since they’d left the village. The chief had been generous. He provided a week’s provision of food and three horses for their journey.
She stared at the glittering water, basking herself in the morning light. She recalled the last meeting with the chief before leaving the village. Neither she nor Rezak could remember the route they had taken for The Creator. To her astonishment, the chief who was a s...