18
Two hours later, Madas climbed the stone steps in the Goddess’s Mirror. She and her father had given it that name the first time they came here. Madas had told her father that the stones were a reflection of the past and the pool reflected the stars from where the Goddess had come to help their people.
Her hand ran along a smooth, rounded boulder. The forest was beginning to wake with the sounds of the night. The chirping of the insects, the deep calls of night birds, and being here soothed her troubled soul.
“My father used to bring me here. He said it was a special place to come when your soul was tired and you needed to recharge. I never really appreciated what he meant until now,” she reflected in a quiet voice.
“I can feel the peacefulness surrounding it,” Gril replied.
Madas
