Gaia
Khason pulled up in front of a small, simple modern house, offset from the others. He got out and came around to open my door. I thanked him, trying not to be uneasy.
One crescent for every life I’ve ever taken. He didn’t seem that much older than me, but the curved moons looped around his arm at least three times. I shivered for reasons that had nothing to do with cold.
He led the way up the small path and rang the doorbell. There was no response for long enough that he rang again, and then pounded on the door a few times for good measure. After an age, I could hear movement behind the door.
“Who is it?” My father’s wary voice came through the wood.
“Dad, it’s me, open up!” I yelled.
There was some shuffling and then the door swung open, revealing my father in his rumpled su
