The Missing Years

Six years ago, after the three-day Sirius alignment, Anu had been invited by Nadhir to begin storyteller training.

Earth was still vivid inside her. Milkwood, the winter solstice dark, the sound of Fat Cow Creek below the falls, and Enlan’s torchlight falling across the path ahead of her as he said, “Goodbye, my love.” 

She felt the pull of it clearly. She felt, just as clearly, what Nadhir was offering. She held them both, and then she turned towards Enanika, and the training began…