Chapter 18
Blessings of Respect
The good fortune that the drums promised begins to flow into the village. Crops are bountiful, laughter rings freely, and a sense of deep contentment settles over the people. All thanks to the power of respect.
The air in the village hummed with a new kind of energy, a vibrant, infectious joy that seemed to bubble up from the very earth. It was as if the sun shone a little brighter, the river sang a little sweeter, and the laughter of children echoed with a deeper, more resonant sound. This was the blessing of respect, a gentle wave of good fortune that had washed over their home after the drums, finally, had remembered their song.
Kaelen walked through the village, his heart light as a bird’s feather. He saw it everywhere, this newfound radiance. The maize stalks in the fields stood taller, their tassels like golden crowns, promising a harvest so bountiful it would fill every granary. The mango trees, usually sparse with their fruit, were heavy with plump, sun-kissed globes, their sweet fragrance mingling with the savory scent of roasting meat from the communal fires. Even the smallest of things seemed touched by this magic – the potter’s clay molded with an unusual ease, producing bowls