ART BY BURSTINGLIGHT
She stared at the dark, depthless water, watching for any movement, watching for him. It had been over two weeks since she last saw him and she ached with a fierce longing to see him again. She shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be meeting him; it was dangerous…
Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some who are led.