The chronicles of Ed the Warrior

Previously

…Angel Solis hovered close, sending warmth through Ed’s heart. “You’re finding your way, piece by piece,” she whispered, unseen. “And you are not alone.” By the time the sky pinkened, ribbons fluttered from every window and music drifted from behind the bakery. Ed looked around at his friends—Layia, braver than ever, Sofia and the siblings busy with party plans, and the whole village gathered in cheerful hope. For the first time in a long while, he felt less like a wandering warrior and more like a true part of the village. And as the first lanterns twinkled to life, another new memory—warm and golden—was gently forged.