Cedar Sweep ⩸ tuqqun ⩸

THE FIFTH SONG

She had hardly known him, but she thought of who he could've been—who he should've been. A son. A warrior. A child who made his mother proud.

”my son
go to the stars
go to the arms of sedna
hear my voice
i am with you
the old gods will give you a new chance to be born
the spirits walk with you
do not be afraid. i am with you
do not turn back
do not look back.”

How would she make it through this? How would she find peace? How would she continue to find her voice as it faltered? How could she let go of the pain? How could she be there for him when he was so far away?

She did not know.