vision continued, she saw the flat land give way to mountains and deep rivers and large herds of strange animals.
“You will be with me?”
“I will be with you.”
She shuddered, and then the vision disappeared and another truth became reality. “When we leave here, I will never see this place again.”
“I will be with you,” he repeated.
Her eyes filled with tears. “I will not see my mother or my father again.”
He cupped her chin. “I will be with you.”
Tears rolled down the curve of her cheeks. “And I will be with you,” she said, then laid her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes, willing the tears away.
Chapter Three
Three months later: Festival of the Corn
Cayetano was taking his best hunters into the jungle again. There would be much feasting during festival week, and while there were many good hunters in Naaki Chava, the chief took it as a point of pride that the palace provided a large portion of the meat. This was their third hunt in as many days, and if they had good hunting again today, it would be the last needed for the week-long event. He was on the way out of the palace when Adam came running up to stop him.
“Cayetano! I have been looking for you!”
Cayetano frowned. “Is something wrong?”
“Could we talk where others don’t hear?” Adam asked.
Now he knew something was wrong. He led Adam out a side entrance and walked a short distance away from the building before they stopped.
“This is far enough?” Cayetano said. “Tell me.”
“Evan and I have been having the same dream for three nights and we believe it is a warning. Something is going to happen during the time of the festival that could be a threat to Tyhen.”
Cayetano frowned. “What kind of danger?”
“Many shamans are coming to see her, maybe even challenge her. They know about what happened to the dark priest, that Yuma was cursed, and what Tyhen did to save him. No one but Evan and I were there when she went back to the swinging bridge, and we did not speak of it, but the shamans saw it in their visions. Now they want to see her for themselves. If they don’t like her, they will brand her as a witch, which will cause people to fear her and her powers. But if they see her and feel no threats, they may look upon her as a quiet, but kind, young woman who uses her power for the good of her people.”
He frowned. “I do not like that they come here to judge her. Their opinions matter not to me.”
Adam kept trying to explain. “But they will matter to Tyhen. If she does not have the people’s trust, she will not be able to do what she was born to do.”
“But she does good things now,” he argued.
Adam touched Cayetano’s shoulder in a calm, almost comforting manner.
“Word of the woman who rides the wind will spread beyond Naaki Chava, even beyond the mountains into the lands far to the north, and when it does, she will follow.”
Cayetano’s eyes widened and his heart began to pound. Singing Bird had told him Tyhen’s path was to help change the future, but he did not like to think that she would be leaving here to do it.
“But why must she go so far?” he asked.
“You already know this. She must unite all the tribes everywhere so when the first strangers from across the big water come to this great continent... and they will come, they will not be able to control your people or take away their lands.”
His shoulders slumped. “So that in the future Firewalker will not come.”
“Yes. She has to succeed in uniting the tribes or the strangers who come to this land will drive us away all over again.”
Cayetano’s eyes narrowed angrily at the thought. “When do these priests come?”
“They will come into the city on the first day of the festival as the old shaman, Ah Kin, is blessing the harvest.”
“She is still a young girl, not a thing to put on display,” Cayetano said.
“Her soul is ancient and you have no choice,” Adam