The Path Opens
POV: Diana
It started with a whisper.
I woke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of Cael’s voice drifting softly through the baby monitor low deliberate nothing like the babbles and sleep giggles I had grown used to. The voice was calm. Steady. Much too composed for a two year old.
I sat up slowly the sheets clinging to my legs.
“Cameron?” I whispered. He stirred beside me but didn’t wake.
So I slipped from the bed crept through the hall and opened the door to Cael’s room.
He was sitting up in his crib eyes half lidded lips moving.
And the words…
They weren’t English.
They weren’t in any language I recognized.
They came like poetry fluid sharp in places accented faintly like wind bending through old leaves. The cadence rolled in a strange rhythm hypnoti
