Cedar Stormchaser – p.18

July 23, 2012 at 1:30 pm 2 comments

When Cedar opened the door to his grandmother’s house, he found her kneeling at the cooking fire, her eyes shut. She was offering sage and other sacred herbs and grasses to the gods, their aromatic smoke filling the air, while she mumbled prayers for Cedar’s safe return. He quietly sat beside her and waited.

She stopped in the middle of a word and opened her eyes. “They have sent you back! Oh-!” She reached out and touched the feather in his hair, and then lifted his hands in hers to inspect his scars. “They took my child and sent back a man.” She squinted at him, seeing the red line on his face, almost invisible in the orange glow of the fire. “Who did this?”

Cedar sighed, happy to be home but sad that he had no good news to tell. “The god of the storm, my grandmother. He said there was nothing I could do to fight the storms, that they would always come, and that we should rebuild as we have always done. Then he dropped me from the sky. I have failed.”


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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  July 23, 2012 at 5:32 pm


  • 2. Lady Red  |  July 24, 2012 at 8:27 am

    Learning a life lesson is never a failure. This is a great story!


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