The morning of the new beginning dawned with a quality that had not been felt since the very first dawn. It was the feeling of discovery. The feeling of finding something that had always been there but had never been seen before. The garden had returned to its beginning, and the first ones had returned with it.
Sorcha and Niall had become the beginning long ago. The current presence was a pair named Deirdre and Fergus. They were not leaders. They were not weavers. They were not presence in the old sense. They were the first ones returned. They were the ones who had found the source at the very beginning, and now they had returned to find it again.
They stood at what had been the source stone. But the source stone was not a stone anymore. It was the discovery. It was the moment of finding
