4 Talrun
Lexar had assured me that Dr. Mosely—I still needed to find out her name—would say yes to my request. Even non-Daqtarians heard the call of the Timewalkers, he said, even if they didn’t experience it in the same way.
I’d been skeptical, but she’d said yes, and here I was.
After leaving the hospital, I’d headed back to the store to talk to my brother (who’d kindly left early, leaving me alone to meet Dr. Mosely). He’d updated me on preparations for the “event” this weekend. I felt well enough to participate, thankfully, but it was going to be difficult. We were just a small force fighting the vast and crushing might of the Mordanian occupation. We had to trust in the Timewalkers and our own determination and desire for freedom.
For now, though, I was free to sell plants to peop
