FiveAfter a restless night stewing over the town vote, David awakens with the dawn. He rolls out of bed and plops down sullenly onto the window seat. He stares out at the sky, mesmerized by the brilliance of the rising sun.
By the time David plies himself out of the window seat again, the afternoon sun is pouring into his room, hot and insistent through the glass panes.
He opens the drawer of his desk and removes the silk pouch he had tucked away there three months ago, unties the string and carefully empties the crystals onto his desk. Each one of them has a story to tell, and not just the little folk tales he made up for Sally's amusement.
Particles from the tourmaline, amethyst, and smoky quartz had been turned into an elixir by Ishtar to make him well when he fell down that bottomle
