where we left off.
Word spreads from there, and it isn’t long before we have to explain ourselves and what happened.
The Elders are arguing over the Band’s next step at this very moment. They can argue all they like, but there are two things I know. The first? We can’t stay here anymore. The boundary has fallen, and this place is no longer safe. The sea wolf knows where we are, and the creature that follows him does too.
The second? I’m going north, and Bran’s coming with me.
There’s a story among people-not my people, for I am, and will always be, one apart. But there’s a story of how people came to be, how Raven dropped from the sky to pry open a clam shell, and found humankind inside. They say that this story took place a long, long time ago when the earth was still young, when Raven still spoke words that were lies and truth at the same time.
So I say: This is the story of the way things once were, and now are, and how they will be, for if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that we are not bound by the myths created for us. It’s time for my own myths, and those myths will take place in the land of ravens, the land left behind by time-the land of the Bix’iula.
These are my truths, my myths, my lies. This is my story.
Catherine Knutsson
