The Genius Delta
It’s weird to think there was a happy time.
“What else is in the box?” I asked, moving the album aside, not nearly finished looking through it but knowing if I don’t stop, I never will.
“Let’s see.” Persephone dug back into the box.
With a grunt, she took out an older leather-bound book that didn’t just have the Silvercloud owl, but the same markings mom and I have when using our shaman power etched into the binding. As I reached for the book, the markings, and owl started to glow, and it floated out of Persephone’s hands and into mine.