SOLOMON
COOL DIRT was beneath my feet. It was last time to feel this union.
“My name is Solomon, Great Grandfather,” I said. I raised my arms to sky. “It is my time.” In my fire was the face of my Wolf. “It is time,” I said to him. I also saw Father’s White Sea Otter and faces of my family. The voices of my Ancient Ones whispered through the pines, then grew louder as their bare feet danced around me. The ground vibrated with their chant. My heart grew full. We were once warriors of this great land—now was time to be warriors of another world. The Ancients whispered that before I pass over I will escort two dark souls to edge of night. That their journey here must end.