*Briella*

The mist from the waterfall kissed my cheeks as I stood before its towering presence, a sheer curtain of water cascading down into the basin below. The girls gathered around me, their eyes bright with anticipation.

"Sing for us, Briella," one of them urged, her voice like the tinkling of bells. "Let the falls hear your voice."

I hesitated. It was not because I doubted my strength as a warrior or the depth of my empathy, but because this was new. It was ...