Within

I'd been within Mez Reves too long. Many had come to the margins time and again to convince me to return. I could hear their voices far in the distance like the soft buzz of a bee hive swollen with life though their drone was ignored. I was not finished. The boy still needed me. He would not return and what kind of Tuchuk would I be to leave him in chasms of desolation. Could anyone not understand?

Aunt was the only one to offer encouragement. Her voice like a song soothing the searing pains that must be endured to reach the boy's psyche, "Just a little further. Just a little bit further, my pretty."