ISAIAH
The ritual fire threw eerie silhouettes on the old stone walls as it wildly danced in the dark room. I sat cross-legged in front of them, my hands upon my knees, the world weighing on my shoulders, and concentrated my energy. I've been hearing a loud, urgent, unintelligible whisper of ancestors for days on end. It whizzed by; whatever it was, it was going somewhere. Tonight, I wanted answers. I let the force within me connect with the spiritual plane by closing my eyes. There was a strange wind that sliced through the room as the fire suddenly blazed up. Everything was indistinct, and the room blurred into the room blurred into a vast, ethereal landscape as my eyes clouded over. There was quiet. And then I saw her—Hailey—when the mist cleared. Her golden hair glowed beneath the lig
