A Song & The Tune

Previously

…The lost tune. The song of my blood. They were not separate entities, but two halves of a whole, waiting to be reunited. The elder’s words about stirring up dust now seemed like a desperate attempt to keep the past buried, a past that was now beginning to sing. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep within my soul, that this was the turning point. My journey, and Silas’s, had just truly begun. The echoes of the ancestors were no longer whispers; they were a call to harmony.