The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…Ed stared at her. The dream flickered in his mind—the garden, the woman, the child tugging his sleeve. “Papa, look what I found!” He opened his mouth, but no words came. Tracy smiled gently. “I’m not asking for answers. I’m just telling you what I see. And I wanted you to know—whatever her story is, I’m glad you’re part of it.” She turned and walked back to Layia, who had finished her apple and was practicing her pivot again, all by herself. Ed stood by the well, the morning sun warming his face, and for the first time since the dream, he felt like the knocking at the door was getting louder. And maybe—just maybe—he was ready to open it.