Chapter 11
Kaeva
Thunder rumbled, the dark cloud above Kaeva’s head split, and the rain began, at last, to fall. Kaeva heaved the axe one final time and cracked a piece of firewood in two. He slung the axe into the chopping stump, took off his gloves, and wiped his forehead. He tipped his chin upward. Rain sprinkled his face, and Kaeva sighed.
Eddie was a lot like a weather pattern. Sometimes soothing, sometimes pleasant, but occasionally a terrifying force of nature hell bent on changing landscapes, leveling mountains, destroying towns, and flooding fields. Weather meant change, and so did Eddie.
Kaeva slung his head to shake off water. He saw Eddie even in a thunderstorm. Made sense. He saw Eddie in the woods when Kaeva checked his traps. He could hear Eddie’s running babble-log abou
