The child stood quietly at the entrance of the workshop.
A faded blue backpack rested on small shoulders.
Its straps had been repaired many times with different colored threads.
The child looked around with wide, curious eyes—not frightened, merely amazed.
The ancient chair finished turning toward the newcomer.
No trumpet sounded.
No prophecy appeared.
The workshop simply acknowledged a new arrival.
---
Beren approached with a warm smile.
"Welcome."
The child returned the smile.
"My name is Niko."
"I hope I'm not late."
Finn laughed softly.
"I don't think anyone knows what time it is here."
Niko looked relieved.
"Good."
"I got lost three times."
---
Althea knelt beside the child.
"How did you find this place?"
Niko thought for a moment.
"I followed a bird."
"What ki
