The way to joy is frightful
wrought with people fierce and spiteful.
You push and shove
Looking for light from above
Searching for the thing that is good.
The way to peace is hard
Filled with people that are scarred
Climbing and striving for the top
Looking and wondering for greatness.
The way to love is rough
it can cut and make the heart tough
bruising, bleeding, can lead to hate
just trying to find your soul mate
The way to God is narrow
but indeed it can be done.
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Over the next week, people streamed into the village as quickly as they were sent out again. Old men came through, ready to finish their lives by battling for their country. Middle-aged soldiers, war-hardened, were immediately given marching orders to River Fortress. Those who couldn't fight were put to work shoring up the defenses of the fortress. Young recruits signed up by the dozens. By day, they trained hard. By night, they crowded into the village houses and overflowed into the fields for food and sleep.
Sixty-Three
It was her sixty-third birthday.
Savannah stood by the front window, waiting and remembering Aidan’s sixty-third birthday two years ago. No party, no presents, no cake. Just the knock on the door and the van coming for her husband.
Babysitting is one of the things I do best--or, think I do. I was asked to babysit just earlier today and I took on the challenge. Four boys, one girl, and a jar of unmade popcorn. I sat the boys down to watch Mrs. Doubtfire and got to work. The first batch went smoothy--and it was dished out with chocolate chips. Now I was off to make another batch but noticed hairs had made their way into the popcorn bowl? What could that be?
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When Rynere woke up, the sun was only a little way up into the sky. Kyndran was gone. Tass was lying on the other side of the smouldering fire, snoring softy.
Rynere glanced at him, then at the horse that was secured to a nearby tree. Slowly, she got to her feet and made her way over to the animal. She untied the strips of leather that held it to the tree and then turned around to pull herself up into the saddle.
And jumped.
Tass was standing there, ready to help her up.
An impudent grin spread across his face.
Radia would have dropped the bucket and run.
But she managed to keep enough composure to stand and slowly walk back towards her mother. If anybody noticed that something was wrong, they didn't say.
"You," Cayd nodded towards Anary. "Miss ..."
"Anary," she offered as politely as possible.
"Yes. We heard that you're the first person the townspeople would go to if sickness or injury struck."
"What of it?"
Cayd jerked his head in the direction of Rynez.