Excerpt Chapter Fourteen

Grandma Dawn musing:  And although the coming of the Reclamation was foretold, we never really knew for sure, did we? I know at times I wrestled with my doubts. Yet, here we are: Heather and Autumnsloe. What joy! What absolute joy! Imagine, the Evermore Portent coming to fruition during my lifetime, becoming the impetus for what we always hoped would be our deliverance, our redemption. But of course, the child could still die, and the bloom of promise with her, if she’s not carefully tended—especially if our enemies suspect she’s the One. They will have no choice but to seek her out and kill her to retain their power, their control. And so many lives depend on her security and prosperity. Heather may very well be at the hub of the Reclamation, yet so much can go wrong; so much can be taken away with merely a shrug from the Universe. I know. I remember…