Misae & Wematin

— The Scavenger

Moon above, hills below. Wind rushing all around. Wematin howling. I cover my face as best as possible. While some nights it feels harder than others, I maintain hope. The gods will smile down upon me despite the earth giving up on us. I remember my father telling me that one day I’ll be faced with many challenges that are far more difficult than any he or his father dealt with in their lifetime.

I didn’t think those challenges would come so quickly, but somehow I feel more ready than I should be. It’s as if my ancestors channeled their belief over the course of history into me. I can withstand this new world. I am this new world.