ShikharsPortal

Chapter 11 New York, New York April 1757 The markets were filled with patrons as the warm April air warmed the earth. Trees were fully budded with small green leaves, and flowers filled patches of grasses in front of each building. Shay had just traded a wolf’s hide he’d hunted and skinned for an assortment of bullets, gunpowder and pellets. He also restocked on other necessities for the cabin of the Morrigan to last for months on the next assignment from Monro. He’d tried to remain oblivious from the assassin’s spies in this particular district, since he know’s Hope is more likely to be here among one of the

It Calls me... It Calls to All of Us... From beyond the edges of things... The music Calls... But it has been so Long... I can no longer see the sound... I have lost the Taste of the melody... The Dance of the Rhythm is missing...   The Song still calls... From my Gut... From my Heart... From my Soul... The Song still Calls... But my fingers have lost their Cleverness... All I can do... Is hold it Close... And Remember...