ZURI

I woke up to the soft hum of wind and the scent of rain drifting in from the open window. My skin felt hot, damp with sweat, and I realized I’d been dreaming again. The same dream.

The dream was a beautiful one, as always, warm, not frightening. I had been standing in a golden field with my feet bare against soft earth. A small hand had slipped into mine, and when I looked down, I saw a child with Tyr’s eyes and my smile. The light around us pulsed like the heartbeat of the world. ...