The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants

I Trust In You

Conrad must have told Kindle Lou that Kanisa knew about his ability. Or that look meant Kindle Lou knew about their kiss. Or both.

Conrad followed his glare to Kanisa, but his look did not linger, and he hugged Kindle Lou tightly. “I’ll be fine.”

The village had another feast but a more subdued celebration with many prayers and offerings for the safe return of the fisherman. They prayed not to a god like many in the city but to the elements, to the wind and the water and the earth. They prayed for smooth water, they prayed for favorable winds, they prayed for bountiful fish.

Kanisa pondered this new development. He had never heard of people praying to the elements.

A week after the fishermen departed, Kanisa sat upon the cliff watching a storm move in from the sea. Wind whipped her clothes around and she did not dare to take out parchment in case it blew away. But it was a warm wind, heralding the start of summer. Not that the temperature really changed this close to the sea. It was s