Chapter 16
How to Catch a Hawk
CalliyaBack to the Present
Following the drala’s call, I was making my way along the side of the house when the wind shifted direction. The scent of sweat and fear wafted from somewhere behind me. Then I caught a sound somewhere between a frog croaking and a twig snapping. Had I been followed? Was the demon nearby? Clasping my rakma tightly, I wheeled around. The odd noise was coming from the throat of a towering and lean human with a shaved head: a Zord.
Now that really brought me back.
A wandering human Zord had come to my village once on an evangelical mission. Elder Boya had invited the visitor to speak to the children during our morning shaman lessons. Typically rambunctious and precocious, my classmates and I were subdued that day, mesmerized by th
