Surprised rancher: “Where is your thing, girl?” he asked his farmhand who was bathing in the river.VMDT

The Nebraska wind carried the scent from the rain through the endless prairie, bending the tall grass into waves like a restless sea. About the farm Ezekiel Clawei, a flock of crows it spun with its black wings standing out against the gray autumn sky of 1867. Seven birds, always seven, formed a perfect cross in the air before disperse among the storm clouds that they gathered together.
Clos watched from beside the two wooden crosses in the small hill behind his house. His fingers Calluses ran along the edges worn out from their Bible, not because devotion, but habit. They had Three years have passed since he buried Rebecca and Samuel here, but the land is still She felt cool under her knees. “I don’t know why I keep reading these “Words for you,” he said to the crosses.
His voice was raspy from disuse like a rusty hinge. Now they seem empty promises. Rebecca’s cross was a little taller than Samuel’s. The boy was only 6 years when the fever took him. 6 years of bright laughter and questions curious silenced in question days. Rebecca followed her for a week after. His last spent breath whispering her son’s name.
HE He opened the Bible to a random page, squinting at words that They once brought him comfort. He The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. A A bitter smile crossed his withered face. TO At 45, Ezequiel Calawey looked like 60. Deep lines marked his forehead and framed eyes that had I’ve forgotten how to shine.
her dark hair and beard previously trimmed with care when I was in the pulpit of the Pine Richid church. Now they were growing wild and sprinkled with gray hair. “That “pastor,” he murmured, closing the book. “What a pastor, before the war, before the fever, I know he had been the most reverend respected in three counties.
His sermons They attracted people from miles away to the round. They called him the voice of the meadow because his words seemed carried away by the wind, touching hearts and changing lives. Now he was just a farmer who talked to graves. He Thunder rumbled across the plains as the first thick drops of rain They were beginning to fall.
Zik stood up knees protesting after so long time on hard ground. The rain was falling faster now, soaking his shirt worn cotton. Same place tomorrow, them he said to the crosses. It wasn’t a promise. It was just what I did every day Rain or sun, how to feed the chickens or milking the cow. One task, not a devotion.
The way back to the house felt longer under the rain. This land, which once seemed full of promise, it now extended empty in all directions. The neighbor The nearest one was 15 miles away in Pine Ridge and Sik had not spoken to another soul in almost three weeks. After that the fever swept through and the raids of The Cheyenne continued, most of them had gone east.
It was supposed to the train would have already arrived bringing new settlers and prosperity. But like so many promises, it remained defaulted, yes, it was almost in its porch when the lightning struck. He crossed the sky in a broken line, momentarily turning the night into day. In that flash, the world It froze like the tip of a dagger, the house, the barn, the empty fields and There, at her door, a small figure.
The thunder followed immediately, so A strong force that seemed to shake the earth. HE whose eyes flickered with rain, sure that I had imagined it. But when the next lightning bolt struck sky, the figure was still there, a child motionless at her door. “Hello,” he called sealing the passage.
The boy turned around Slowly, even in the rain, Seek He could see that something was wrong. It was a The child, he could notice that now. And it was pale in an unnatural way. Her hair stuck to his little head by the rain It was as white as fresh snow. Her skin It had an almost translucent quality, visible even in dim light. A albino child no older than 7 years, dressed with threadbare clothes too big for her slender body.
The child’s eyes They encountered those from Se with a cold which had nothing to do with the rain that It ran down the man’s back. The The child’s eyes were a pale blue, almost colorless like ice in a pond wintry. Where do you come from, son? Seca asked, approaching slowly like who approaches a wounded animal. He The child did not respond.
He was barefoot in the porch trembling with small hands squeezed at the sides. “Your parents “They’re close,” SC looked past the child. towards the empty meadow, searching for something sign of travelers or of a carriage. Nothing more than rain and darkness They received. The child remained in silence.
A flash of lightning illuminated his face Again, and Sec saw something he hadn’t seen before. I had noticed. A trail of dried blood that went down from the child’s nose to her chin. “Are you hurt?” said Sex warning his voice. The tiredness that there was that feeling moments before gave way to the worry. “Come inside for shelter of this climate.
” He extended his hand towards the boy who was startled when at first, but then he let himself be guided towards the house. Within the only room that served as both kitchen and living room Being in a sect was dark, except for through the dying embers in the chimney. Yes. He lit a lamp and He turned to study his visitor unexpected.
By the light of the lamp, the The child seemed even more ethereal. Her hair White and pale skin seemed to glow against the dark wooden walls of the cabin. His clothes, a shirt that he reached to the knees and pants tied with a piece of string. Was soaked and dirty. Her bare feet They were cut and bruised by walking without shoes.
“We’re going to dry you out,” Sekercamien said, stoking the fire. “Then we can find out where “You belong.” The child remained motionless with water accumulating at his feet in the wooden floor. Her eyes were moving nervous about the cabin, observing the few pieces of furniture: a table with two chairs, although only one showed signs of use.
The bed in the corner was well made, but clearly for a couple. The most small beside her, covered with a quilt decorated with stars and moon without I’ve been using it for years. Yes. That he found a towel and approached the child again. I’m going to dry you out. Alright. The child did not He answered, but allowed Seeke to Dry your hair and face with the towel.
When Seeke caught up unbutton the shirt and t-shirt of child, noticed that the child tensed up. Something in Her eyes changed from tiredness to fear. “Okay,” Sec assured him. You’re going to grab I caught a cold in those wet clothes. He The child reluctantly allowed himself to be She took off her clothes. As the fabrics fell Sake, his breath caught in his throat.
Over there, on the child’s back, between the shoulder blades, there was a scar with the unmistakable shape of a cross. It wasn’t not a crude brand, but perfect in its proportions, as if there were drawn by the hand of a master. The Sake fingers floated over the mark without touching it. The scar was old. The the skin had long since healed a silvery tone that stood out even on the child’s pale skin.
Who are you? Did she do this?, Sekra whispered, forgotten waking up in his chest. The boy turned around slightly looking at Seque, his head slightly raised. over his shoulder with those eyes without color. Seeke’s mind returned quickly to another scar on another small back. Samuel had been born with a birthmark among his shoulder blades, a mark that Rebecca always He had said it looked like a cross.
A She called it an angel’s kiss, a sign that her son was special with his hands trembling. The child finished drying and found one of the old nightgowns of Samuel in the trunk where he had kept the child’s things after the fever. It was a bit small, but cleaner and warm than what the child was wearing position.
This belonged to my son, he explained. while putting it on her head. He was a little shorter than you, I suppose. But it’ll do for tonight. The boy ran his fingers over the fabric gentle. a spark of something surprising Perhaps, or gratitude crossing her face. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked. Seck, crouching down to the child’s level without answer.
Do you know how you got here? Where is your family? Nothing but those pale and unchanging eyes. Sekpiró and se He stood up. Are you hungry? Given this, The boy nodded with a small head movement. The first acknowledgment that he understood what was I was telling him. “Well, that’s something,” he murmured. Dry, approaching the stove, stirred the embers and added wood until the The fire burned brightly.
Then he put Heat a pot with last night’s stew. While the food was heating up, Se He checked the child’s feet. Were Scraped and dirty, but without wounds serious. She washed them carefully in a basin of water, noticing how the child He watched her every move with an almost adult intensity. “You have He’s come from very far away, hasn’t he? said Gently pour more to fill the silence, waiting for an answer.
Those feet have traveled many kilometers. While drying the little feet, she noticed something in the pants pocket ragged thing that he had left aside. He reached in and pulled out a small plate made of wood no bigger than his palm. Carved in the wood were two words grace: Damaged goods. Se’s hands They tightened around the plate of wood. A wave of anger coursed through him.
He looked at the silent child, now wrapped up. in Samuel’s nightshirt, his white hair drying in a halo fluffy around a face little. “Thank you,” Sakik said. That’s your name. The child gave no indication of a neither side nor the other. Well, this can’t “Be,” Se said, throwing away the license plate. wood to the fire.
He quickly turned on the cruel words becoming ash and smoke. No child is a commodity damaged. No children. The stew was already ready. hot. I know it helped a little portion in a bowl and put it on the table with a spoon and a piece of bread of corn. Come and eat while it’s open hot. The boy approached the table cautiously. and climbed onto the chair.
He looked at the food as if he didn’t know what to do with her. Go ahead, Cheer Up Sec. It’s for you. After In another moment of doubt, the child took the spoon and began to eat slowly. at first, then with increasing speed, until he started putting the food in his mouth as if afraid they were going to remove. “Calmly,” Seik said.
gently. “There’s more if you want, there isn’t.” “Hurry.” The boy lowered his gaze slightly. speed, but kept eating until leave the bowl empty and the cornbread finish. When Sec offered more, he He nodded enthusiastically. The second bowl disappeared almost as quickly as the first.
“Where will all that go?” Sekta asked, observing the child small eat. Are you nothing but skin and bones?” After the meal, the eyelids of The children began to fall. The heat of the skin and the belly that it clearly filled They were settling scores after what which must have been an exhausting trip. “Can you use my son’s bed this “Night?” Sake said, guiding the boy towards the small bed with the quilt stars.
Tomorrow we will try to find out where you come from. He ran the blankets and helped the child get inside. He The child sank into the mattress with a a small sigh, her pale eyes closing almost immediately. In Within moments, his breathing He calmed down and fell asleep. If he stayed looking at it for a long time. The scar in the shape of a cross, the white hair, the The wooden plaque made no sense.
The children didn’t appear out of nowhere during storms, especially not in this empty stretch of Nebraska, where the The nearest settlement was at midday journey. “What are we supposed to do?” “What should I do with you?” she whispered dryly to him sleeping child. Outside, the storm continued furious lightning flashes across the sky and thunder shaking the small house.
But inside, for the first time in 3 years, Ezequiel Calawey was not alone. The Tomorrow brought clear skies and a dilemma. The boy was still sitting there. peacefully in Samuel’s bed when Seeke woke up for a brief moment. Still trapped in the fog between Sleep and wakefulness, it was thought to be your son.
The disappointment that followed was a old and familiar pain. Good morning, he said, sitting down on his own bed. You slept well. The boy nodded. I see that You still don’t speak. Zake sighed. Well, I don’t blame you. Sometimes words They don’t seem to be worth it. She started preparing breakfast. cornmeal with molasses and a little bit of dried apple.
The child observed each movement with those pale eyes disturbing, following Se through the cabin like a silent shadow. “We need to put a man on you,” he said. They sat down at the table. “No I can still call you boy or lad. It doesn’t seem respectful. The boy put Mush in with the spoon without to give signs that he cared one way or another.
I know he studied it in the light a.m. There was something about him that It reminded me of Sec, the biblical stories who used to preach about angels, that They appeared to ordinary people bringing messages or warnings. Their Thoughts turned to the book of Matthew with his accounts of messengers divine. Matthew said, “I know that suddenly, like that you I’ll call if you don’t mind.
” It means gift from God. Something gleamed in the pale eyes of the child. Recognition, perhaps. He stopped eat and looked directly at It’s okay Have Mateo call you. After a long At that moment, the child nodded slightly. Then it will be Matthew, Sake said. feeling strangely relieved. Was It was something small, but it felt like a progress.
Now we need to find out Where do you come from and how do you get there? go back there. The mention of there It caused a visible change in the child. Her small shoulders tensed and the The spoon fell with a clatter on the table. He shook his head forcefully. “No Do you want to come back?” Sex asked, surprised. Another, more emphatic head movement this time.
Someone was hurting you, That’s why you ran away. Pale eyes Matthew’s eyes filled with tears, but He neither nodded nor shook his head. In change, reached out and grabbed the dry sleeve, her little fingers tightening the fabric with surprising force. “Okay, okay,” he said. Sekvemente. “Today nobody is going to tell you to nowhere, but I need to warn the people who are here.
There may be People looking for you, worried.” Tears flowed down her face Matthew’s pale cheeks. Moved the head again. It felt like a oppression in the chest that there was no experienced in years. The weight of the responsibility for another life there was failed so spectacularly the last one time.
He failed Rebecca, he failed Samuel, He failed his congregation that he had sought in him strength when the fever lashed out. Don’t cry, son. He said I know that the the term of endearment slipped out before to be able to stop him. We’ll solve it together. After breakfast, it was decided that They had to go to Pine Ridge. The child She needed suitable clothing and Secitaba information.
Someone in the village could know something about a child with wine missing. And if not, the office of The telegraph could send messages to others settlements. He found some of the Samuel’s old clothes that could to fit Matthew. pants too short, but they would serve for now a shirt and a pair of patched socks so many times they had more patches than original fabric.
The child’s shoes not They were nowhere to be seen, so he He wrapped his feet with strips of cloth. No “It’s perfect,” Sake said, looking at his job. But it will keep the dust out. until we can get you shoes decent. Matthew remained patient during all while accepting improvised footwear without complaining. When he lifted it and He sat in the seat of the cart.
The child She clung to his arm for one more moment the necessary, as if he feared that it they will leave behind. I’m not going anywhere “Without you,” Sek assured her, giving her a slap on the small hand. “Now this We do it together.” The trip to Pine Ridge took almost the entire tomorrow.
Matthew sat quietly beside Yes, her white hair, waving with the breeze. From time to time he would point at something. hawk flying in circles, a group of wildflowers by the roadside, but He said nothing. Pine Rich was once a promising settlement with dreams of to become a real town. when the railroad arrived. Now it was only a shadow of those ambitions.
A dusty main street with a general store, a salon, a small church and a handful of other buildings. The planned railway station does not It was more than just a worn sign and a clear land. The heads They returned when I know he drove the cart along the main street. Toward months since I’d been back to the village and never had brought no one with him.
Certainly, never a child with hair white as snow and pale skin like milk. He stopped the cart in front of the Harrobe general store. Wait here, he told Matthew. It will only be a moment. Inside the shop it was cool and dim, smelling of coffee beans, leather and tobacco. Tom Harrov, a man of the chest wide with a handlebar-shaped mustache, He looked up from his ledger.
“Well, by all the saints,” he said adjusting his glasses on his nose. And I know I thought you might have had the calawa the exodus is over. Are you still in the “business?” Seque replied, greeting with a nod. I need some things Today, Tom. Children’s clothing, shoes and any news you have about a missing child.
Harrow’s bushy eyebrows were raised. Missing child. Don’t tell me you found one of those poor people in Henderson’s car. Henderson’s wagon, haven’t you heard? The The caravan was attacked about two weeks near the Plat River crossing, a family of settlers called Henderson, along with some others who They were accompanied. They say they’re all dead.
Although some bodies were not found, it is most likely Cheyenne, although some say they were renegade soldiers. Zik frowned. The boy who I found it doesn’t resemble any settler that I have seen. White hair, skin pale, an albino, I think so They call. Harrow’s face changed from friendly curiosity to something more serious.
White hair, you say, where is that? kid now? Out in my cart. By Do you know anything? Harve approached the window looking towards the cart where Matthew waited seated. His expression She became increasingly worried. Tom, what’s happening? The shopkeeper looked again at Seek lowering his voice.
It has been discussed Ezekiel. They speak strangely about children who were born from the war with marks on the body. They say those children are not well, that They bring bad luck. Superstitions silly. He laughed, though a shiver ran through him. He went through the brands. Is Just a kid who needs help. Can “Yes,” Harv admitted, “but be careful.
” The People are nervous these days, among the raids, the fever, and that the The train is leaving, they’re looking for someone to blame. “I’m not worried about gossip,” Seca said. although the warning worried him. Now Regarding those clothes, Harrov helped him choose trousers, shirts and a pair of boots resistant that might remain Matthew Sik also bought supplies and a small chalkboard with chalk so that the boy wrote, hoping that would encourage communication.
While I was paying, the shop bell rang announcing another client. Sik became to see Jeremia Wals, the new reverend who had taken over the church of Pine Rich after he resigned. The young man was dressed in black with the white, stiff collar and a well-groomed beard trimmed down, everything I know I used to be. “Brother Clawe,” Walsh said in a tone which suggested that the term was more formality over feeling.
“What are you doing?” He brings it to the town after so long time? Provisions, Se replied I simply had little patience with Walsh, who had been quick to take the position of sec and even faster to criticize the laxity of the teachings of his predecessors. The Walsh’s gaze fell upon the window where Matthew was visible in the cart.
“And who is your young companion?” “A “A child who needed help,” SC said. “I found it during the storm last night.” Something dark crossed the face of Walsh. Truly, how providential. The way she said the word sounded like anything but a blessing. With permission Se said, gathering her purchases. The boy is waiting.
Walsh approached, stepping down the voice. I’ve heard about this boy Calawy. News travels fast. Hair white, pale as death. They say that Those children are marked by the devil. Sake tensed up. He’s a Walsh boy. Nothing nothing less. There are forces in this a world that we cannot always see. Walsh He continued, his eyes shining with a unsettling fervor.
The war awakens something dark. These children are omens. Omens of what exactly, Sec demanded losing patience. The end of the “times,” Walsh whispered. God’s judgment about a sinful nation. Sik had already heard enough. Passed next to the reverend with the packages in hand. Good day, Walsh. Toms I will give my Let me know next month if it’s okay.
Harve nodded uncomfortably at the tension. between the two men. Send him my regards “To the boy,” she said softly. Outside I know who found Matthew exactly where I had left him, although the position of The boy had changed. He was rigid in the seat of the cart with little hands clutching the wood, pale eyes fixed on something across the street.
His gaze followed the room where A group of men had gathered in the porch. Among them was a figure tall in military uniform. The colonel Victor Blackwood, commander of the small strong, 10 miles west of Pineichge. The colonel looked at Matthew with obvious interest. “We’re going to put you in these new clothes,” he said.
Sakeando de sonar casual while She placed her packages on the cart and… I was going up next to Matthew. “Then we’ll go to the telegraph office.” Matthew tugged at Seke’s sleeve, his eyes fixed on her. still in Blackwood. “Do you know him?” Se asked in a low voice. Matthew no He neither nodded nor denied, but something in his expression, a tension around its colorless eyes told Sik everything I needed to know. The boy was scared.
“Don’t worry,” Sake assured him. Nobody It will hurt you while I’m around. They had just started walking down the street towards the telegraph office when a voice called them. Calawey a moment of your time. Zig stopped the cart while Colonel Blackwood He approached with his spurs jingling every step.
The colonel was a man I’m a handsome man in his fifties with a beard. silver, well trimmed, and the posture rigid of someone who spent their whole life giving orders and waiting for them to be they would comply. Colonel Seca nodded the head. How can I help you? Blackwood’s eyes were fixed on Matthew.
I understand that it was found with a rather unusual child. The form Saying it made Se’s skin prickle. fur. I’m helping a boy who I needed shelters and that’s what which means. That’s kind of him, he said. Blackwood with a tone that suggested it contrary. However, I believe this The child could be related to a investigation that the army is carrying out.
Investigation. Yes, there have been. reports of kidnapped children settlements and caravans, children with unique features. Matthew stuck to Si’s side trembling slightly. He arrived at my door Seo said during the storm and was exhausted. If he was kidnapped, he escaped from his captors. captors.
Blackwood’s smile did not it reached his eyes. Perhaps or maybe there is more in the story. The army has established a special facility for these children, for their protection and careful. I’d be happy to take you child there to save him the trouble of take care of it. “It won’t be necessary,” Sake said firmly. He’s fine with me for now.
The smile Blackwood vanished. Clawe, this It’s not a request. These children are national security issue. Security national. That she couldn’t hide the disbelief in his voice. He’s a child, isn’t he? not a weapon, nor a spy, man. You don’t know “What it is,” Blackwood said in a voice hardened. “None of us did.” He knows.
That’s precisely why the army is involved.” Sake felt Matthew’s small hand cling to his arm. Without looking towards Below, he covered the child’s fingers with the his. With all due respect, Colonel, to unless you have official documents that declare the child in the custody of army, he will stay with me until that we find his family.
The Blackwood’s jaw tightened. You I advise against resisting Calawy. These are unusual times that require unusual measures. The The installation is for the child’s and the good of the safety of everyone around him. “Safety,” Sake repeated. He is harmless. It is. Blackwood leaned closer. You’ve seen the mark on his back.
Know What does the blood of I know mean? How do you know that? As I said, the army is investigating. We know more than we think. You believe. Blackwood straightened up. I give you three days to reconsider. After Yes, I’ll come back with the papers. necessary. Good day, Mr. Calawy. He The colonel turned around and walked away I returned to the living room, leaving Sake with a bad feeling in the stomach.
Change of plans, he told Matthew, giving the return to the cart. Let’s go home. As they were walking back down the street Main, Seek was so worried because of Blackwood’s threats, which almost He didn’t notice the older woman who was doing it to him. signals from the platform. Only when she He stood in the middle of the street, right in the cart road, he stopped the horses. “Mrs.
Jenkins,” Se said recognizing the widow who had been one of its most faithful parishioners. Martha Jenkins was almost 70 years old with a spine as straight as a stick and eyes that do not They were missing out on nothing. He had buried three husbands and raised six children, and Few things in life could break his composure.
But today his weathered face, He was pale from the urgency. Ezekiel she said in a low but clear voice, “You need be careful. They’re watching you. “Both.” Her gaze fell on Matthew, who looked at her with something like recognition in her pale eyes. “Do you know about the child?” Sec asked. “No, not here,” Martha said, looking at her around in the street. almost empty.
Come to my house at sunset. There are things that You need to know. His eyes fixed on Matthew again. Things about the marked. Before Sake could to ask what Marta meant, it was given He turned around and walked away with his back to the camera. straight and with her gray head held high. “The “marked,” Se murmured, looking towards down to Matthew.
The child was watching the a figure that was moving away from Martha with a intensity that seemed too adult for her youthful face. The way home It was silent and tense. The mind of Seque ran full of questions, none of which his silent companion could answer or would answer if the subtle changes in the child’s expression were they some kind of indication.
Matthew seemed understand much more than it allowed glimpse. Back at the farm, I know who helped Matthew change with his new clothes. The boots were a little large, but with an extra pair of Socks would work. The boy spent the hands on the new clothes with something similar to a marvel, as if never I would have used nothing but second-hand and worn.
“There it is,” Se said, taking a step back to inspect their work. A good This clothing set makes a great difference. Matthew looked at him and first time since her arrival, a A small smile touched her lips. That He transformed his solemn face, making that it seemed like what a child was, not the creature from another world that had appeared at the door of Se during the storm. The smile hit Sekolo.
He reminded him too much of Samuel at times. lost forever. He turned around quickly, blinking to contain unexpected tears. Let’s have lunch.” he said in a harsh voice. “Then I need to care for the animals.” The afternoon passed at a rhythm surprisingly comfortable. Matthew followed so in their tasks observing attentively while feeding the chickens, milked the cow and checked the small vegetable garden.
When I know that he gave her a the child used a basket to collect eggs. He dedicated himself to the task with enthusiasm, carefully placing each egg in the straw-lined basket as if it were of gold. Something happened in the barn strange. While Zik was pouring Eno into the horse stable, turned to find Matthew standing, in front of front with the mare usually temperamental.
The horse that had known for biting even Se was sniffing the child’s outstretched hand with unexpected tenderness. “Oh, “Oh,” Sec murmured. She’s never… not attached to anyone like that, not even with me. And I’ve had it for years. Matthew She glanced at him and that little The smile reappeared. He stroked the horse’s muzzle with such confidence that It looked as if he had been surrounded by animals their whole lives.
By the time the The sun began to sink below the horizon, I know he had made a decision. Which Martha Jenkins had to say whatever the threat of Colonel Blackwood wouldn’t let anyone He will take that child away, not until he is sure that it was the best thing for Matthew. As they prepared to return to the city for her meeting with Martha Sec took the whiteboard he had bought and handed it to Matthew.
Know “Write, son?” he asked. Perhaps you name or where you come from. Matthew took the blackboard and the chalk, holding them clumsily, as if she didn’t know how to use them. After a moment, he made some marks hesitant. They were not words or letters, he realized that, if not a drawing, a crude but recognizable cross.
Yes, he said Dry gently, like the mark on your back. Did you know means? Matthew nodded solemnly. You can tell me or write it down. The boy shook his head, then pointed her mouth and made a cutting gesture with the hand. “You can’t speak,” Seque asked. frowning. “Oh, don’t you allow.” Matthew touched the 100 and He made the gesture of cutting again.
No Do you know how Se assumed, or have you forgotten? That earned him a small nod. “I see,” Seque said, though not really. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. You’ll tell me when Be ready in whatever way you can. Martha Jenkins lived on the outskirts of Pine Richid, in a small but immaculate, surrounded by a garden that Somehow it prospered despite the harsh prairie climate When he took the cart to his gate, he noticed the curtains shaking in several houses neighbors.
The news of the strange child from white hair had clearly appeared diffused. “Keep a low profile,” he told her. she said to Matthew in a low voice. There is no need to give them more to gossip about. Marta was waiting for them on her porch with a shawl wrapped around her slender shoulders. Despite the mild afternoon, He called them in without a word of greeting.
The interior of Martha’s house It was as tidy as the outside, with polished furniture and braided rugs covering the wooden floors. Photographs of his many children and grandchildren They covered the walls watching the Visitors with frozen smiles. “Sit down,” he said, pointing to a sofa. near the fireplace. “We don’t have much.” time.
” Z sat down and Matthew climbed on his side sticking up to him. The eyes of The children moved quickly through the room taking care of every detail. “You said something about the marked ones,” Sik recalled. “What did you mean by “That?” Marta settled into a rocking chair facing them with their sharp eyes fixed in Matio. “He’s one of them. I knew it.
” As soon as I saw his white hair, the pale skin, and I’d bet she has the mark somewhere on your body perfectly formed, as if the “It would have drawn the hand of an artist.” A chill ran down Seek’s spine. back. “How do you know that?” he asked. “Because I’ve seen it before,” Marta said. simply.
My first husband fought in the war of 1812. He returned home with a a wound that wouldn’t heal, that little by little… He was killing. The doctors had I’ve lost hope. She paused, her gaze still fixed on Matthew. Then a child appeared in our town. A girl with silver hair yarn and eyes so pale they seemed ice. He had the mark on his palm.
That “What happened?” Sec asked, though something about him… I already knew that. He touched my husband’s wound and healed before my eyes, it closed as if would never have existed. Marta’s voice It became softer. The next day He fell ill with a fever and died three days later after.
Matthew shifted uncomfortably beside him to Sek. Do you mean that these children, These marked ones can cure the “People?” Sec asked. “Some “They can,” Marta agreed. Others have different gifts, but they all carry the brand and all appear after times of great suffering or conflict. The War of 1812, the Mexican war and now, after our civil war is emerging again, and people are afraid of them, he supposed Sake, like Wolsh, with his tales of marks of the devil and omens.
They fear what they don’t understand, he agreed. Marten. But there’s more to it than that. superstition. The marked ones are being married by Blackwood by him and others like him. Do you think these children possess something they can use a power that could to exploit for military purposes? Zack looked down at Matthew, who I listened with an intensity that suggested understand every word.
“Is that true?” Do they have any kind of power? Grace God takes many forms, Ezekiel.” Marta said, using her full name, just as he used to do when he was still your pastor. Sometimes it comes as a touch healer, sometimes as a warning, to sometimes like a force in the darkness. The Those marked are vessels of that grace sent when it’s needed most.
That’s why the The wooden tag said grace, he murmured. Sec. Marta’s eyes opened. There was a label. What did it say? Exactly, grace, damaged merchandise? Seck replied, feeling again the wave of anger he experienced upon reading those cruel words. The face of Marta paled. That’s worse than I thought. Means who have already begun to categorize them as cattle.
He leaned forward, lowering himself the voice to a whisper. Listen to me, Ezekiel. They both need to leave. Blackwood will not be deterred by threats. Once he sets his sights on a market, will do anything to get what he wants. wants. “Where would we go?” Sec asked. “And how?” Do you know all this? And my youngest son works at Fort Kernye.
He’s been sending letters warning me about the Blackwood’s special project. In As for where to go, I’m not sure. There is one Shaker community in Iowa that has been welcoming the marked and protecting them. I can give you directions. Suddenly, Matthew grabbed the whiteboard that he had brought it and began to draw.
His A small hand moved quickly, creating a rudimentary sketch of a house or building with several crosses in the part superior. “A church,” Sec guessed. Matthew shook his head and added more details the outline of a mountain, a river and what looked like a tunnel paved. Marta leaned forward study drawing.
This is where you come from, child. Matthew nodded vigorously. Can you show us where that place is? Sek asked. On a map. Before Matthew could respond, a blow The strong presence at the door made them stay frozen. Marta got up quickly gesturing for them to put away silence. She crossed to the window and He looked out through a crack in the curtains. Army whispered.
Two soldiers and they are not alone. He joined her at the window. In the The approaching darkness could distinguish the silhouettes of two men uniformed and a third figure tall, thin, dressed in civilian clothes. Although The light was dim; there was something predatory about. in the way the third man He stood like a wolf sniffing at his prey. “Who is the other one?” Sek asked.
Frank Tanner, Marth said in his voice tense with fear. The tracker of Blackwood. They say you can find anyone, anywhere. Snap Here it means they don’t wait three days. They want the child now. The blow in the The door opened again, this time stronger. “Mrs. Jenkins,” a voice called. By Please open, by order of the colonel.
Blackwood. There is an underground cellar, Marta whispered urgently. Behind the The house entrance is hidden by the pile of firewood. Take the child and leave. No “I can’t leave you to face it alone,” she protested. Sec. I am an old woman with six children as adults. Two of them are men from “The law,” Martha said firmly.
I don’t know They will dare to hurt me. Now go away. Sake hesitated for just one more moment before take Matthew’s hand. Come on, son. Quickly and quietly, Marta led them towards the back door. There is a way through the garden that leads to the trees. Stay in the shadows. Don’t stop until reaching the stream.
Then follow him westward. Your cart is too much visible. Leave her and continue on foot. Thank you”, Seca said, clenching his calloused hand. “For all this, God sent you this child “For a reason, Ezekiel,” Marta said with the bright eyes in the gloom. “Perhaps to restore what was “He lost.” The knocks on the door The main events had become blows furious. “Mrs.
Yenkins, open this door immediately. “Go,” Marta urged, pushing them out. through the back door. And Ezekiel Remember who you were, the voice of the meadow. These dark times need that voice again. Then he left closing the door behind them and leaving Se and Matthew alone in the rising tide darkness. “This way,” Se whispered. guiding Matthew along the path of garden.
The child moved with Amazing stealth for someone so young his new boots, doing almost no noise on the soft ground. Almost They had reached the trees when a A shout sounded from the front of the house, I checked the back. They can to be fleeing. Sake lifted Matthew up arms and ran without worrying anymore about stealth.
The child clung to him with face pressed against his shoulder while Sake went into the small forest that It bordered Marta’s property. Behind I could hear the sounds of boots coming from them, chasing them, crushing the undergrowth voices, calling to each other in the darkness. A The dog barked in the distance, joining in to the chorus of hunters.
The lungs They were burning while the weight was running of the child getting heavier with each passed. He was no longer a young man and years of solitary work on the farm They hadn’t prepared him for this class of desperate escape. The trees They cleared away, revealing a small stream that shone silver under the light of the moon. “Westward,” Marta had said.
Follow it west. He turned to along the shore, moving so quick as he dared with the light uncertain. Suddenly, Matthew moved restless in his arms, pointing with urgency forward. I know that too He saw a bridge crossing the stream and Above him, a silhouette waiting. Even At that distance he could distinguish the slim and predatory posture.
“Tanner, “How did he beat us?” Secéndose whispered towards the shadows. Matthew pointed out New this time to your right, where the shore rose abruptly, creating a small cliff. At its base, partially hidden by bushes, it was the dark mouth of what looked like a cave or tunnel. “In there,” he asked. Sec. Matthew nodded emphatically, without better options, and with the sounds of The approaching chase led to Matthew at the entrance of the cave.
Was smaller than it seemed from far. barely big enough so that a man would crawl. It left it on the ground. “You first,” he whispered. “I’m right behind.” The boy put on his hands and knees and crawled towards the darkness without hesitation. I know he threw a Last glance back, he saw aces of lanterns moving among the trees and He followed him.
Inside the tunnel was completely dark and smelled of earth wet, and, on to something else, an animal mus that made the hairs on the neck of Sec. He advanced crawling, feeling his way, until her hand touched something small and Matthew’s foot felt warm. “Why are you “Did you stop?” he whispered. In response He felt Matthew’s small hand find yours and pull it towards in front of.
The tunnel began to widen, allowing dry to squat and then stand up completely. The The darkness remained absolute, but The air felt different, less enclosed with a light breeze that suggested a wider space ahead. Matthew’s hand pulled him again, guiding him through the darkness with a trust that seemed impossible. As Could the boy see in that total darkness? They had been moving around, so They seemed like hours, although probably It was only a matter of minutes.
When he He heard a soft whisper ahead, like dry leaves moved by a light breeze. Then another sound, a low growl that It definitely wasn’t the wind. HE froze. Matthew whispered, “There’s something here with us.” The hand The boy pressed himself against hers, but I know he couldn’t say if it was because security or fear.
The growl returned This time closer, followed by the unmistakable sound of feet padded on stone. Zik had I’ve heard that sound before on trips home. with his father when he was a child. Lion of mountain, Matthew, said Se with his voice tense with fear. We need to back away slowly, very slowly. But the boy’s hand was pulling with insistence forward, not towards back.
I know he withstood all his instincts that screamed danger. Then, impossibly, it appeared a soft glow ahead, not the beam not the strength of a flashlight, but a light diffuse and gentle that seemed to emanate from nowhere, and from everywhere to the time. With that pale light he saw What awaited them was a mountain lion huge and cinnamon-colored crouching at least 3 m with abar eyes fixed on them with predatory intensity.
Beside him, Incredibly, there was one more way small, a mountain lion cub who stared at them with the same fixed gaze. Sik tried to pull Matthew behind He did, but the boy escaped his grasp and took a step forward. Matthew no. Sisosek extending his hand towards him, But the boy was already approaching the big one feline with its small hand outstretched palm facing upwards.
The lion growled a new rumble that I know he felt in the bones, but he didn’t jump. he was watching Matthew’s approach with interest tired. I know she held her breath certain that he was going to witness death of the child. Instead, he saw something that It defied all explanation. Matthew He stopped a few steps from the lion and He knelt down.
The big cat got up and He advanced silently with movements fluids. He sniffed the outstretched hand of boy and, to Sec’s astonishment, rubbed his enormous head against the palm of Matthew, exactly as a domestic cat. The puppy, encouraged Because of her mother’s acceptance, she jumped playfully near the feet of Matthew. The boy smiled at that expression.
rare and transformative and scratched gently behind the puppy’s ears. As “Is this possible?” Sec whispered, paralyzed. because of disbelief. Matthew threw a She looked and smiled. Then he did a gesture to have her accompany him. The The invitation was clear, but the feet of If they refused to move.
The smile of The boy vanished, replaced by a overly mature understanding for her youthful face. He nodded once as if to say, “I know you’re scared and “That’s fine.” Then he went back to the lions and He made a series of gestures that Sec couldn’t interpret. To their continued amazement, The big cat seemed to understand.
Passed along with Matthew towards the far side of the cave, followed by the puppy, and They disappeared into a tunnel that Seek didn’t I had noticed it before. The soft light It continued to fade until only Darkness remained. Matthew returned to the side Se and took his hand again. Where to “Did they leave?” Seque asked in his voice.
trembling. Matthew pointed in that direction The lions had disappeared and then He tugged on Sake’s hand, indicating that They had to follow them. Do you want us to go? over there? Follow the lions. The boy nodded emphatically. And he’s sure that he won’t. They will hurt us. Yet another nod safer. Sake took a deep breath.
Everything in This situation defied logic and experience. A child who appeared during a storm, an identical mark to the birth of her deceased son and now wild animals that obeyed child as if he were his master. Then guide The path finally said, Sec. I trust in You, Matthewo. The smile returned bright, even in The darkness and Sectió the small hand the child squeezes his.
Together They advanced towards the unknown tunnel, leaving behind the sounds of the pursuit and entering a mystery that Sik was just beginning to understand. A mystery that somehow the way he suspected was linked to his their own past, to Rebecca, to Samuel, and to the crisis of faith, which had left him like an empty shell of the man who It once was.
“God sent you to this “For a reason, my child,” Marta had said. Perhaps it was time for Ezekiel Calawei discovered what that reason was. The puma’s tunnel went deeper into the earth, twisting and branching like the roots of an ancient tree. The Darkness enveloped them thick and complete broken only by occasional flashes of phosphorescent minerals embedded in the stone walls.
Matthew was moving with surprising confidence, guiding Dryings that would have been impossible navigate alone. “How can you see?” he whispered Sec, while her free hand grazed the cool, damp wall next to it. Matthew He didn’t answer, of course, but his Se’s grip remained firm in his hand The child never hesitated at intersections, He never stopped to consider what direction to take.
It was as if there had been explore this underground labyrinth 100 times before. After what seemed hours, but that were probably only 40 minutes. SC perceived a change in the fresher air with the scent of pine and night flowers. The passage began lean upwards and soon he could distinguish a faint glow ahead silvery and diffuse.
They came out of the tunnel a small clearing surrounded by poplars ancient. The moonlight filtered through among its leaves, dotting the ground with changing patterns of light and shadow. He stream that they had followed underground now it flowed openly along an edge from the clearing. His soft murmur was a cozy sound after silence suffocating tunnels.
Where we are? He asked, drying his hand. Matthew to turn slowly in circle. I have lived in this territory I’d been here for 15 years and had never seen this before. place. Matthew walked towards the center from the clearing, where a flat stone of the approximate size and shape of an altar It was partially covered in moss and lichens.
The boy placed his small hand on the surface of the stone and by For a moment he thought he saw a weak glow under the child’s palm like the strange phosphorescence in the tunnel, but brighter, more intentional. Then Matthew turned to him, those pale eyes reflecting the light of the moon like two twin moons and pointed the stone.
Do you want me to look at this? Seko caution. The stone looked quite common worn by countless stations, partially recovered by the nature that surrounded her. But to As he approached, he noticed carved marks on his surface, almost hidden by the moss, but still visible. A cross identical to the mark on Matthew’s back, surrounded by symbols that Sec does not he recognized.
“What is this place?” he asked again, sliding his fingers about the old carvings. “Some kind of a sacred site.” Matthew nodded, then pointed towards himself. same and back to the stone, “This This place is connected to you, to children like “You.” Another more emphatic nod this time. And the Pumas, they protect him. Matthew made a rocking motion with the hands, as if that gesture wanted to say that.
Sik sat down next to the stone, suddenly overwhelmed by the events of the previous day. Does For 24 hours he was alone, mourning, without faith. Now he was hiding in a clear secret with a child who communicated with Pumas and wore the same brand as his son deceased. I don’t understand any of this. He admitted, his voice breaking with emotion.
fatigue. I was a preacher, Matthew. I used to think I understood the way of God, His plan. Then I lost everything. It mattered and nothing made sense. He already looked to the child who was watching him with those eyes extraordinarily perceptive. And now You appear with the mark of Samuel on your back, taking me to hidden places that I never knew existed.
What is Does that mean I’m supposed to think about that? Matthew He approached slowly and did something unexpected. He placed his small hand on Sek’s chest. right above his heart. The touch was gentle, but with I weigh an intention that made it hold your breath. For a For a moment, barely a heartbeat felt a heat that extended from the point of contact like the sun breaking between the clouds.
Then Matthew withdrew his hand and He pointed to the sky where the stars they shone in the vast darkness above the trees. “God,” Sec murmured, “you say.” that God sent you. Matthew considered it. Then he denied it He pointed his head again at the stars, then to the ground beneath his feet, then to his own chest and finally back a sec. I don’t understand.
Frustration reflected on Matthew’s face. He took a He took a stick and began to draw in the dirt soft next to the stone. First a circle with rays emanating from it sun. Then a smaller circle next to it him with a stick figure inside. He drew an arrow connecting the sun with the small circle. The sun gives life to the world. Guest wanted.
Matthew nodded. Then he added another one stick figure outside the circle small with an arrow pointing from the circle to this new figure. AND The world gives us life. Other assent. Then Matthew drew a final arrow from the second figure of sticks towards the first one. and we we give back to the world.
Sik frowned frown. It’s a cycle. Matthew smiled that rare transformative expression and He nodded enthusiastically. But what does it have Does this have anything to do with you appearing in my A door with the mark of Samuel? The The child’s smile disappeared. He deleted his I drew with the palm of my hand and began again.
This time he drew a cross simple then by his side. A crude representation of a person lying dead. Yes, he did notice. with a shiver. Then a third drawing, another person standing with rays like the from the sun emanating from his hands. Death and healing, Se said slowly. You say that The marked ones are healers. Matthew nodded and then pointed to his chest.
You can heal people. Translated Sec, as Marta said about the girl who She healed her husband. The child’s face He came back serious. He added to his drawing showing the standing figure now lying down, while the figure that before She was dead, she was standing. But there is a cost. Continuous.
I know that with a understanding that was beginning to emerge, When you heal someone, you take their illness or injury in yourself. The Matthew’s expression was a response enough. That’s what happened to Samuel. He asked in a barely audible voice whisper. He healed someone, and then himself sick. For the first time Matthew He looked insecure, he shrugged, Then he made a gesture that I know He interpreted it as maybe or I don’t know, but Do you think it’s possible? The boy nodded, Then he yawned.
Suddenly his little one The body swayed from exhaustion. “We should rest,” Se said, leaving setting aside the weight of these revelations for now. “We have traveled a long road and tomorrow will bring its own challenges.” He took off his coat and put it on the floor next to the stone altar. “Here you can use this as a bed. I will watch over you.
Matthew hesitated. Then she curled up in the makeshift bed her white hair shining in the moonlight. In a few minutes later his breathing deepened dream. The innocent rest of the childhood that seemed to contradict the ancient wisdom in their eyes when He was awake. He settled down with the back against the stone altar, looking into the dark forest that surrounded.
They were safe for the moment, But how long could they hide? Blackwood and his men would be searching. And Tanner had a reputation for being a man who always found his prey, even if they escaped. What then had Marta mentioned? Shaker community in Iowa that protected the marked ones, but it was hundreds away. miles, across terrain that It became more dangerous every day, while tensions with the Cheenes were increasing.
The most worrying thing of all These were questions about himself Matthew, if the child really had the power to heal, to take away suffering of others in itself. What did it mean that? He was as Marta suggested a recipient of God’s grace or had some other explanation, something less divine, but no less extraordinary? AND What did all that have to do with Samuel? With the brand that both children wore Dec’s gaze fell upon the child asleep.
At rest, Matthew looked so an ordinary little boy with a color unusual, but a child nonetheless. Not a A miracle, not a mystery, just a child who I needed protection. I will keep you “Except,” the promise whispered, settling in in their bones like an oath. Who Wherever you are from, I’ll keep you safe above them. A shooting star traced a bright path through the night sky, as if that was an answer.
Dawn arrived with a chorus of birdsong and the soft golden light of early morning. I know that He woke up startled, disoriented by the unfamiliar environment. For a moment, thought he was back on his own bed, that the events of the previous day They had been a vivid dream. So saw Matthew still curled up on his coat with white hair His hair was disheveled from sleep, and he remembered everything.
The child moved as if he sensed the dry look, those pale eyes opening up to the new day. For a For a moment, confusion clouded her face, the simple bewilderment of a child waking up in a strange place. Then, an understanding arose and offered him Sek gave a small, shy smile. “Good morning,” Seeke said in his voice rough from sleep.
Did you sleep well? Matthew nodded, sitting down and rubbing himself eyes with their small fists. “We should find something for breakfast.” Zek stood up and stretched his limbs numb. Sleeping against the altar of The stone hadn’t done any favors to his back. Then let’s think about our next step. The stream offered water fresh and sweet from its journey underground for eating dry food.
I only had the few provisions he had brought in their pockets before leaving hurriedly from Marta’s house. a a piece of bread, two apples, and a small piece of cheese. It wasn’t much, but enough to quell the hunger for now. While they ate their modest breakfast by the dry stream, He observed his surroundings in the clear light.
of the day. The clearing was even more apart from what it seemed in the light of the moon, completely surrounded by ancient trees and undergrowth so dense that It formed a natural wall. The only one The visible entrance was the tunnel from which They had gone out the night before, whose The mouth was now partially hidden because of the facts and wild roses.
“This “place,” Sec, pointing around, said. He feels protected hiding purpose. Matthew nodded, chewing. thoughtfully a slice of apple. “Have you been here before?” That’s how you knew the way through the tunnels. The boy bowed his head thoughtful. Then he made a movement Baibén with the hand.
The same gesture of the the night before. You knew, but you hadn’t “Been here,” he translated, frowning. frown. How is that possible? Matthew He touched the 100 and then pointed to the altar of stone with the carved cross. Did you know in your mind because of the brand? Sec. assumed a assent. There are other places like this, others sanctuaries, yet another acknowledgment emphatic and you also know where they are.
Matthew raised his hand, palm facing down and moved it slightly from side to side another one, but not exactly. I know that sigh. I wish I could just tell me these things. It would be much more simple. A flash of something hurt. Such Frustration crossed his face. Matthew He looked down at his apple half eat with shoulders slightly bent fallen. “I’m sorry,” Seck said.
quickly. “That wasn’t fair. You’re doing the best you can to communicate. I know.” The boy raised his I saw those pale eyes searching in the Sake’s face as if evaluating his sincerity. What he saw must have reassure him because he nodded slightly and went back to his block. After the After breakfast, they explored the clearing with more detention, in addition to the altar of stone.
Other signs were discovered that the place had been used by humans a cold hearth for a long time, but clearly made by human hands. Piles of stones that could have held a makeshift shelter. And it More intriguing, a small reserve of provisions hidden in the hollow trunk from a tree. The reservation contained a flint, a knife with a handle of bone, a coiled rope, and a diary bound in leather.
Sic opened the I eagerly await answers in my daily journal. but he only found blank pages, except for an inscription on the first sheet for the next marking that find refuge here. That the grace of May God flow through you, as He did. with those who came before. The The inscription was dated 1872.25 years back.
This place has been used by “generations,” Sec murmured, showing the Matthew’s diary. “For children like you marked.” Matthew traced the inscription with a small finger with solemn expression. “Did you know about this? I mean the booking.” The boy shook his head, but didn’t He seemed surprised by its existence. Sik returned everything to the hollow tree, except for the knife he kept in his belt and the diary he gave to Matthew.
This was left for you, seems. Perhaps you could use it for Write to me, even if you can’t speak. Matthew accepted the diary reverently, hugging him to her chest as if It would be a lovely gift. With his full exploration, they faced the question of what to do next. Back to Pine Ridge was clearly too much Dangerous with Blackwood and his men looking for them.
Sik’s farm too would be under surveillance. They needed a new one destination, a safe place for Matthew. Martha had mentioned a community Shakersen. Already. He said yes, sitting down next to to the stream to refill their bottles of water in empty cans that I had found near the campfire. But it’s at least 100 miles east, without a horse or provisions. It would be a difficult journey.
Matthew looked thoughtful and then opened the diary on a blank page. Wearing a piece of charcoal from the old campfire, He started to draw. Her little hand He moved with surprising confidence, creating a rough, but recognizable map. Is this Nebraska? He asked peeking over the shoulder of child. Matthew nodded.
Then he pointed to a point on the map and looked at Se with a ask. That’s more or less where we are now. Yes, Se confirmed impressed by the knowledge geographic location of the child. Matthew continued drawing, adding a river. The Platz He realized this and then a series of ex brands throughout their course. That Are these them? More sanctuaries like this, a assent.
So we could travel east by following these safe places, Sik reflected. Each one could have provisions like the reserve here. Matthew smiled, pleased that he would understand. “It’s a network,” Seig said. pieces fitting together. “A secret network of sanctuaries for the marked. So I was traveling safely before you “He’ll find it, right?” The smile of child disappeared.
He shook his head and pointed to his badge. wood that had burned, or rather the place where he would have hung from his neck. You didn’t travel freely before. Seque translated. You were a captive. Someone It transported you, keeping you in that cage where I found you. Matthew nodded her expression darkened by memory.
The men of Blackwood. A A shrug, perhaps, but the The child wasn’t sure. Well, who Wherever you are, they won’t touch you anymore. Sake promised. We’ll follow your map. We will use these sanctuaries to move forward east. Hopefully we will be able to to reach the Shaker community before Let winter come. Matthew nodded, then turned to a page new to the newspaper and drew again This time a simple house with crosses in the roof.
The same image that had drawn on the blackboard at Marta’s house. “Is this the Shaker community?” he asked. Sec. Matthew shook his head and pointed eastward, but then he curled his finger north. A little further northeast, another safe place, a nod. One that has been before. Matthew hesitated. Then he made another of his moves somewhat unsteady hands.
You know him, but not You’ve been there. He performed Sake. As Did you know about this place? (A nod) emphatic and you think we should go there instead of the Shaker community. Matthew considered this, then nodded. slowly with a serious expression. Sik He studied the drawing of the child trying to understand what made that place special, what attracted Matthew so strongly.
What is this place, another sanctuary but bigger? The boy touched his chest then to sec and drew a circle around the house in his drawing, encompassing both of them. A home, he translated Gently dry. Do you think this could Can it be a home for both of us? Pale eyes Matthew’s eyes gazed at him, filled with a hope so fragile that it hurt her heart to Sec.
This child, who had been labeled as a nuisance and maintained in a cage, he still had the ability to expect a home to belong to. This “Okay,” Sak decided. We’ll go towards that place, but first we have to get to those sanctuaries along the river. Are our best opportunity for supplies and safe haven along the way. They gathered what they could from the clearing.
knife, flint box, cans water and the diary with the maps of Matio. I know it was hard for her to leave the security of the sanctuary, but they couldn’t stay there indefinitely. Late or Early on, Tanner would follow his trail. As they prepared to leave, Matthew approached the altar stone.
She put her little hand out on the carved cross and again Se He thought he saw a faint glow beneath the child’s palm. Matthew closed his eyes. His face took on an expression of intense concentration. What are you doing? Sex asked gently. He The child did not respond. His concentration not It broke. After a long moment, he withdrew the hand of the stone and turned towards Sak.
with a slight smile, like saying, “It’s done. You were praying.” Dej guessed. Matthew shook his head and made a a gesture that had not been seen before hand passing something to the other. “Giving something or having a drink.” The boy pointed to the first option giving. “Were you giving him Something to do with the stone at this place? A assent.
What were you giving? Matthew touched his chest over the heart. Then he made a fluid movement with hands like running water. You energy, your strength. Another nod with a small smile of approval through understanding why, what does. Matthew looked around the clearing, Then he pointed to the ground and drew a circle protector with arms.
Protect this “Place,” Zek translated. He keeps it hidden. The boy nodded. Then he pointed to the tunnel entrance gesturing for that they should leave. One last look was taken to the clear, peaceful, recording it in his memory. Then he took Matthew’s hand and Together they entered the tunnel that would take them back to the outside world and to the dangers that awaited them there.
They emerged from the underground passage almost an hour ago a mile away from where they had entered the the night before. The tunnel led to a dense thicket of willows next to the broken, perfectly concealing its entrance. If Sec hadn’t gone through There, he himself would never have suspected. of its existence.
other protection”, He murmured, impressed by the careful sanctuary design planning. Matthew nodded, then pointed downstream. consulting the map he had drawn in the newspaper. “Over there to the next one sanctuary?” Sec asked. The boy She nodded again, putting the diary away. secure in the waistband of his pants. HE They set off following the ravine as it wound its way through the meadow wavy.
Sec kept them close to the thickets of willows and tall grass whenever possible, avoiding spaces open where they could be seen from far. His years at home had taught to move silently to read the Earth and now those skills They could save their lives. Matthew He matched his caution by stepping with Careful and freezing at the signal of Sec.
When a potential hazard threatened a distant rider, voices They listened, carried by the wind. The The boys seemed to have a conscience almost supernatural in its surroundings, often tensing up in warning seconds before something was detected suspicious. At midday, the sun was tall and hot, and both were tired and thirsty.
They stopped at a small grove of poplars for rest and drink from the stream. We have “I’ve made considerable progress,” said Se, studying. the position of the sun. “It must be around 8 or 9 miles from the sanctuary. How much longer? “For the next one?” Matthew showed 10 fingers, then five more. 15 million. That is a lot for one day, especially for those little legs of yours.
The boy frowned the sign because of the reference to his height, making Sex laugh despite the precarious situation. Don’t worry, I’ll help you “I’ll carry it if necessary,” he assured the child. “But first let’s rest for a while here. “There’s no point in exhausting ourselves.” They sat in the dappled shade beneath the poplars, listening to the soft whisper of the leaves with the breeze.
This was peaceful. It was almost possible to forget that They were practically hunting them down. Matthew had just closed his eyes perhaps on the verge of a nap, when Suddenly, he sat up abruptly, his face… alert and alarmed. He grabbed the arm of Sake, pointing urgently towards the west. “What’s wrong?” Seek whispered.
instantly on guard. “Soldiers, The boy shook his head and made a gesture like a man walking followed to point to their own eyes. A man He is nodding in agreement with us. He did scrutinize it carefully horizon in the direction that Matthew Indian. At first he saw nothing. Then almost imperceptibly a shadow It moved through the distant grass.
A The crouching figure advanced slowly towards them. Tanner Exalosik. How do we Did he find it so quickly? The expression of Matthew was gloomy. He pointed to the ground, then her nose, then her figure distant. “Isn’t it being tracked by “Odor?” Secréulo asked, like a hound. The boy nodded fearfully. evident in her pale eyes.
“So “We have to throw him off his scent.” Se decided with the accelerated mind. “The stream will use the water to cover our tracks.” They gathered their few belongings quickly. S lifted Matthew up his shoulders, both to accelerate his escape as to reduce the amount of footprints they left and went to cross the stream.
The water was cold and it reached him up to the knees. He was running fast enough to erase any smell, but slow enough to go against the current. “We’ll go upstream,” he whispered. “Beam that they think we’ve returned.” Matthew clung to S’s neck while the man struggled forward sorrows in the water, fighting against the current with each step.
It was a job Exhausting, but fear gave him strength. Sec. I had no illusions about what What would happen if Tanner caught them? The The tracker’s reputation was based on both in its brutality and in its ability. After almost an hour waiting upstream, the legs The dry ones were numb from the cold and tiredness.
He saw a rocky outcrop in the opposite shore, where they could get out from the water without leaving any obvious traces. Here, he said, helping Matthew down from his shoulders. We’ll leave the stream here. and we will continue east, but by dry land. The rocks will not preserve our footprints. The boy nodded. His The small face looked worried.
To the Stepping out onto the rocks, Matthew suddenly He grabbed his chest and bent over. A sigh Silent words escaped her lips. That “What’s wrong?” Seca asked, alarmed. Are wounded? Matthew shook his head, but His face looked even paler than before. usual and a layer of sweat covered his forehead.
He pointed back where They had come. Then he made a gesture sharp in his throat. Is anyone there? wounded or dead? A nod. How do you know? Matthew touched his chest again, where the scar is shaped like The cross was hidden under his shirt. Then He pointed to the sky, the mark tells you when People are dying, I suppose, I know that remembering Marta’s words about the gifts different from those marked.
Another nod. The child’s expression was serious. Who is? You can say that. Matthew denied it head, but his anguish was evident. Whoever was dying, the The child felt it deeply. It’s someone that we know, Marta. The boy thought Then he shrugged. uncertainty, possibly, but not I was sure.
A chill ran through the Sek’s back. If Martha was in danger, it was because he had helped them. The idea that the kind old woman suffered because of his generosity unbearable. We should continue “Moving,” Se said reluctantly. We can’t do anything if someone is wounded there in Pineichge and we need reach the next sanctuary before dusk.
Matthew nodded, though the worry He didn’t leave her face, he took her hand Sec and together they continued their journey towards to the east, leaving the stream behind and crossing the open prairie so fast How dare they? The afternoon stretched on long and hot around it. They didn’t There was food and water left in their improvised canteens wouldn’t last until night.
I know she kept a constant surveillance in case they They pursued, but the vast solitude of the The meadow revealed nothing. There was no riders, nor clouds of dust, nor any sign of that someone else existed in this sea endless grass. It was almost the sunset when Matthew suddenly threw from the sleeve of Sec and pointed forward with emotion.
There, barely visible against the The sky was darkening; there was a solitary figure. ancient and enormous poplar tree, with its branches outstretched like protective arms on the surrounding grass. Is that it? Se asked, “Where is the next sanctuary?” Matthew nodded vigorously, accelerating. the step despite its evident exhaustion.
As they approached, one could see that the big tree was in a small elevation with the roots exposed to a side where erosion had worn away the earth. Under those roots partially Hidden by the tall grass, there was a dark opening, another entrance to a tunnel. It’s admirable. He breathed shallowly. TO unless you knew exactly what You’d never find it if you tried.
The sun was setting when They arrived at the tree painting the sky western with intense oranges and reds. If he helped Matthew slide through the narrow opening between the roots, then followed it with a certain difficulty. The entrance was clearly designed for children, not for men adults.
Inside, the tunnel widened immediately, allowing Se to put standing. Unlike the passage Previously, this was short opening after barely a dozen meters in a small underground chamber. The The chamber was almost circular with walls reinforced with wooden beams and the floor covered with clean, dry sand. In it In the center there was another altar stone smaller than the clearing, but with the same carved cross.
The most surprising thing The thing was, the camera was… illuminated by a soft ambient light which seemed to emanate from them walls, the same minerals phosphorescent lights that I had glimpsed in the previous tunnel, but here they were abundant, bathing the space with a soft blue-green glow. Is “Beautiful,” Seik said, turning slowly.
to contemplate the sanctuary underground. Matthew nodded in a sign of agreement, approaching the stone of altar with reverence. As in the former sanctuary, placed his hand on the carved cross, closing one’s eyes on concentration. This time I know I was certain I saw a low glow the boy’s palm, a golden light warm that pulsed briefly and then vanished.
When Matthew opened the His eyes looked tired, but satisfied. as if I had completed a task important. “You’re also handing over your “Force to this place,” Se observed. renewing its protection. The boy He nodded, then pointed to a dark cavity. on the wall of the chamber. Sik investigated and found another supply depot, dried meat, a hard biscuit, a boot of water and a small cooking pot.
Food said Be grateful and better water containers. Whoever created these sanctuaries thought about all. They made a small fire in a hole lined with stones that clearly had been used for that purpose many times before. The smoke disappeared through a ventilation ingeniously designed in the ceiling that It had to come out somewhere about the earth disguised as a hole animal or a natural characteristic.
While they ate the simple meal of dried meat and softened hard biscuit in Hot water, it couldn’t be avoided marvel at the network of sanctuaries. How many children like you have gone through here? I wonder. How long has it been Has this been happening? Matthew He shrugged, chewing thoughtfully a piece of dried meat.
Marta said, “The marked ones appear after times of great conflict.” Sik continued. After the war of 1812, the Mexican war and now ours civil war. But why? What purpose do they serve? He The boy put his food aside and He opened the diary to a blank page. Using a stick charred from his fire, He drew a simple picture, a heart split in two, with a small figure standing between the halves, arms extended as if trying to join them.
Healing, Se said gently. Not only physical healing, but healing the wounds of the war of the conflict. Matthew She nodded, her pale eyes reflecting the glow of the fire. But the cost Sak insisted. Marta said that the girl who healed her husband died later. It’s always like that. The marked ones always They die when they heal someone.
The The boy’s expression turned solemn. He drew a balance scale again with a small figure on one side and a larger figure in the other. The figure The small one was loaded, the larger one was was rising. Balance, Sec interpreted. The more serious the wound or disease, the greater the cost to the healer, an assent.
And if the wound is fatal, if someone Matthew is about to draw a cross Simply put, a grave marker. A life “For a life,” she whispered. To save Someone from death, you must die in their place. The boy nodded gravely, then he turned to a new page and He drew it again. This time a small figure with a cross on its back.
and to next to it another identical small figure, except for a halo around its head. He then pointed to the first figure himself, then to the second figure, and towards the ceiling, towards the sky. Are saying that some marked ones are Living beings like you and others are spirits angelic. Zek struggled to understand those who They died healing others.
Matthew considered. Then he shook his head. He pointed to the first figure again, then The second one, and then she made a gesture like something flowing between them. Are connected in some way. panting, those marked alive and those who left. A nod with a small smile breath and you can feel them communicate with them.
Another nod firmer. That’s how you knew the way through the tunnels. How do you know where these are? sanctuaries? The spirits of others The markers guide you. Matthew’s smile It was expanded. It had been understood. And Samuel, Sec said, lowering his voice to a whisper. He is one of them now. One of the marked ones who left.
The smile The boy vanished. He looked at her I then drew Se with an expression of genuine sadness. He shrugged. I didn’t know that, but it’s possible. he insisted Sec. If he had the mark like you and if He could die healing someone. one of the spirits that guide you. Matthew nodded slowly. Possible, yes. but not sure.
Seko was overwhelmed by the implications. Yeah What the boy suggested was true, then Samuel’s death had not been in vain. His son had not been simply swept away by a fever cruel and arbitrary. He had been a marked with the power to heal, of absorbing the suffering of others into oneself same.
And if he had died healing someone, who had been so important for Samuel as well as for sacrifice yourself? A terrible suspicion It began to form in Sec’s mind. Rebecca whispered, “My wife got sick a week after Samuel.” The doctor said it was the same fever. But what if it wasn’t? And if Samuel He tried to heal her and took her illness into Matthew himself stared at him without neither confirm nor deny that possibility.
But So why did she die too? Seque demanded, his voice raised in protest. emotion. If Samuel gave his life for Why didn’t healing her work? The boy had no answer for that. He closed the newspaper and put it aside. His His face reflected a sadness that was too great. profound for her young age. I know that He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
“I’m sorry,” he said. It’s not your fault. Are questions have been tormenting me for three years. I thought I would never understand why They were taken from me. Matthew timidly extended his hand and She put her little hand on Se’s arm, a a simple gesture of comfort that from some This mode conveyed more understanding than the words. “Thank you,” Se said, covering her eyes.
the boy’s hand with his own to show me that there might be meaning in what It happened, although I don’t yet understand it. all. They finished their meal in silence, each one lost in his thoughts. He The fire slowly burned down and the phosphorescent glow of the walls It seemed to intensify in response, maintaining the soft lighting of the camera.
As they prepared to Matthew suddenly fell asleep His face stiffened, losing what little color it had left. that I had. She clutched her chest over the cross-shaped scar and looked at Seck with white, frightened eyes. Other “Death,” Seik asked, alarmed. As before. The boy shook his head frantically.
He pointed to the entrance of tunnel, then it made the shape of a gun with his hand and finally pointed to his chest. Someone came and translated dry with the frozen blood. Someone with weapon looking for you. Matthew nodded urgently. How close are you already? She was standing, picking up her few belongings. belongings? The boy clasped his hands together a distance of approximately one foot very close. “Is there another way out?” he asked.
The camera is being scanned for some other passage or tunnel. Matthew denied with his head, but then he pointed at the altar stone making a movement to push. The altar is moving, sir. There is a passage underneath. He nodded. Together They pushed the stone. It was heavy, but balanced on a pivot point that allowed it to be moved with constant pressure.
As it turned, it revealed a dark opening in the floor, a vertical well with rough handles carved on the sides, disappearing into the darkness. “You “First,” Seca urged, helping Matthew to go up the stairs. “I’m still here and I’ll be back to put the altar back in its place.” The boy descended quickly.
Her little one The figure was soon swallowed up by the darkness below. Sec took the diary and the The canteen held the remains of Cesina in his pockets and continued. The The handles were separated for someone much smaller than him, making the climb awkward and precarious. When I was about 3 meters down, reached and pulled the edge of the stone altar.
turned slowly to return to his place, sealing the opening over them and submerging the well in complete darkness. Matthew Sik called in voice low. They’re still below me. A small hand He tapped his boot in response. Okay, carry on. descending carefully. They descended in the darkness, feeling their way. from one handle to the next. The The wells seemed to have no end, leading them down deep in the earth.
Just when the Sec’s arms began to tremble from the Tired, his foot touched solid ground. “We’ve hit rock bottom,” he whispered. “Stay “Near me.” She felt Matthew’s hand slip between her small fingers, holding with surprising strength. Together they moved forward toward what seemed another tunnel, this one so low, that I know He had to bend down awkwardly.
They had traveled perhaps about 20 m when a The sound came from very high up. Voices extinguished by distance and stone, but unmistakably human. Someone He found the sanctuary. “Go on “Moving, Shrie.” Sec urged. “Don’t eat.” Do it. But I do what I do now. The tunnel began to tilt towards above.
bringing welcome relief for back and neck pain dry. After another 100 m, he felt a change in the air, fresher, colder, carrying the scent of the night air and the meadow grass. “We’re almost out,” whisper. Indeed, a few more steps led them at the end of the tunnel. An opening narrow covered by tall grasses and meadow sage.
They went out to the starry night several hundred meters from the only poplar tree that marked the main entrance of the sanctuary. To the far away, silhouetted against the sky crashed, there were three figures mounted circling the big tree. Even from that distance, it recognized the slim posture and predator of the rider in front Frank Tanner. They found the sanctuary.
He exhaled Sak. But they don’t know about the escape tunnel. Matthew tugged at his sleeve and pointed towards the east, where the land sloped down gently, towards a distant line of trees, the poplar forest that marked the Plat River. Yes, Sake agreed. We need to reach the river, put more distance between us and them. They set off through the long grass, moving as quietly as possible.
The night It was clear and cold. The first true The autumn chill settling over the meadow. Matthew was trembling in his clothes light and wished she had brought a blanket or shelter of the sanctuary. “We will find “a refuge by the river,” he promised the child. “And tomorrow we’ll continue east.” to the next sanctuary.
” But upon crowning A small hill appeared, a new danger. Camped on the riverbank, There was a small detachment of soldiers, undoubtedly Blackwood’s men, positioned to cut off their route exhaust. “They have the river under surveillance,” Sec. Blackwood murmured. “There must be…” sent riders in all directions, blocking the obvious routes to the this.
Matthew’s expression was gloomy under the starlight. He opened the newspaper and, using the little light that The stars were pointing, he drew a map fast. He indicated his current position. Then He plotted a route that led towards the northeast, moving away from both the river and of the sanctuary they had just left. Another route, Seque asked.
A sanctuary different. The boy nodded. Then he pointed the drawing of the house with crosses that had done so before as his final destination. Do you mean we should go directly there, skipping the others riverside sanctuaries? He nodded again, his face determined. TO despite his obvious tiredness and the cold that made her small body tremble.
HE who considered his options. Follow the The river would have been easier to find water refuge natural in the chain of sanctuaries with their provisions. But if Blackwood had troops positioned along that route would be falling into a trap. Okay, he decided. We’ll go northeast, but it will be a journey tough with few supplies, and the winter is approaching.
The child’s expression did not change. he pointed out towards himself then to Sec and then He made a gesture that encompassed the vast meadow surrounding it. “We can do it “Together,” the movement seemed to say. “Yes,” Sec agreed, feeling a surge. of determination that equaled that of child.
Together they moved away from the river and from the soldiers heading northeast to across the open prairie. The The stars above guided their path Countless and bright in the sky, the clear autumn sky. Later There was that mysterious place that Matthew She believed it could be her home, a destination which he could not imagine, but in which He ended up believing it.
However, behind They, barely visible now in the darkness. Tanner and his colleagues They continued circling the a solitary alo, unaware that his prey was had escaped through ancient passages. that They were never made for men like that they. As they walked, the little girl Matthew’s hand, found Se’s clinging on with renewed confidence silent.
And in that simple contact, Sik felt something he had thought was lost. forever, a sense of purpose meaning of faith, not in doctrines rigid as he once preached, but in something bigger and more mysterious. the faith of that even in a broken world, grace could still be found, that even after an unbearable loss new bonds could be formed that perhaps, Perhaps God had not abandoned him.
after all. They walked during the night stopping only when Matthew He stumbled from exhaustion. I know he carried the child per miles. After that, the small figure cradled against her chest as a precious cargo. At dawn they had placed almost 10 miles between them and the sanctuary where Tanner almost caught them.
The rising sun revealed a landscape rolling hills changed, giving way to a rougher terrain. As you move towards Forests began to appear in the northeast of pine and fir breaking the endless prairie. In the distance, you descend mountains rose against the horizon its dark slopes with forests. “We are entering the region of “Hills,” Seck observed as he left Matthew on the ground so they could rest.
More places to hide, but more It’s difficult to make progress. The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes wearily. TO despite the cold of the night and the rhythm Exhausting, he hadn’t complained once time. Not with words, obviously, but nor with gestures or expressions. There was a stoicism in him that seemed contradict his young age.
“Need “find water,” Se continued scanning the land. “And a place to rest “Well, we can’t continue like this.” Matthew pointed to another green line dark winding through a valley nearby, a stream or brook fed by the mountains to the north. “Good eye,” Seca said convincingly. “Let’s go there or that way.
” The stream It was small, but of course its fresh water and cold. They drank deeply. Then Sec He used the sanctuary’s pot to boil some of the remaining jerky in a broth Thin, but nutritious. The food The heat revived them a little, but both They were still exhausted from the nighttime escape. We should rest, Sec.
Al decided For a few hours less, we’ll take turns to watch. They found a sheltered place under a partially protruding rock covered by juniper bushes. It wasn’t Ideal, but I would hide them from a casual observation. If he extended his a thin blanket and an old blanket horse from the sanctuary’s stash in the floor.
“You sleep first,” he told her Matthew. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours.” The boy hesitated. Then he opened the diary and He wrote something. His first attempt at real writing beyond drawing. The The letters were shaky but legible. Unsure. I know it’s not perfect Sure, he acknowledged, but we have to to rest at some point. I will keep watch.
Matthew shook his head and wrote again. Tanner is coming. I know he felt a a chill that had nothing to do with the autumn air. You can feel it like it He feels when people are dying. The boy nodded gravely. How far? Matthew opened his hands about three feet still many miles away, but approaching. As follows “meeting?” she wondered aloud high.
It’s like I can smell our no matter what we do, we’ll leave no trace. hide it. The child’s expression turned thoughtful. He wrote again, “The brand, Your brand is tracking you through the mark on your back. A nod, But how is that possible?” Matthew touched his own chest over the scar, then He pointed to the old war wound of He dried his hair and then made a gesture connecting them.
He also has one scar, one that connects him to you from somehow. Another nod, the solemn face of the child. The scar on Her face showed it. Sik. Marta said who had a scar. Is that what Does it connect with you? Matthew nodded new with more emphasis. Then always You can find us no matter where no matter how we try to hide. He concluded harshly.
As long as I have that scar. The boy wrote again. Unless, Unless Matthew pointed to himself same. Then he made a fluid movement from their chest towards a person imaginary, similar to the gesture that had used when explaining how he renewed the protection of the sanctuary. Unless it cures translated Secretion growing in he.
If she healed her scar, she would lose the connection with you. A nod, but the cost, Kenya. It continued sec. You said that healing comes at a price. Take His wound would mean taking whatever it takes. which connects it to the marked ones. Tea You would be hurting yourself. The Matthew’s expression was resolute. He wrote a single word. It’s worth it.
I know he felt a protective impulse. No, absolutely not. I will not allow it that you hurt yourself to break their connection. We’ll find another way. The boy He seemed frustrated. He wrote again. My choice. “You’re a child,” Sec replied. My job is to protect you, not to let you sacrifice. Matthew’s pale eyes shone with something akin to anger.
He wrote with more strength. Why do I exist? The words hit Seque like a physical blow. Why do I exist? Not what I want or I choose, but the purpose of being of child, heal, take away the suffering of others in themselves, even at great cost staff. It was the same terrible and beautiful truth that had begun suspect Samuel.
His son had not died of an arbitrary disease. He had died fulfilling his purpose, healing another, taking their suffering as their own. But that didn’t make it any more easy to accept. Not even for Samuel and Certainly not for Matthew. It has to “There has to be another way,” Se insisted. voice raspy with emotion.
I can’t see Not another child sacrificing himself, no I will allow it. Matthew’s expression is gentle. She extended her small hand and placed it on Sec’s chest, over his heart, like in the first sanctuary. Again, it He felt that strange heat spreading from the point of contact not only heat physical, but something deeper, a relief from the rough edges of pain that had defined it for so long.
The boy withdrew his hand and wrote of New this time more gently, “This time “Not all healing kills.” “What do you want?” say? Matthew made a gesture of balance with the hands. Some The wounds were minor and healed quickly, paying a lower price. So heal the Tanner’s scar wouldn’t kill you. Only that? Would you get sick for a while, a assent.
You’re sure? Absolutely safe. He The boy hesitated, then shrank slightly the shoulders. He believed that, but he couldn’t be completely sure. “Then no “We’ll risk it,” Se said firmly. Not unless there is no other option. Matthew agreed with a nod, although her expression suggested that the The conversation hadn’t ended on its own.
postponed. “Now rest,” Seke urged. “Even if Tanner comes according to your calculation, It’s still hours away. We need to recover our forces.” This time the boy didn’t argue. HE She tucked her hair into the blanket. white, contrasting with the dark fabric and fell asleep almost instantly. HE who observed that strange and brave man a child who had appeared at his door during a storm and had disrupted everything I thought I knew.
Matthew was a mystery, yes, but also increasingly familiar, as if I knew it had always known, as if he had been waiting without realizing it. “That “What am I supposed to do with you?” he whispered. Sec, repeating the question that was asked that first night. But now it wasn’t not with bewilderment, but with a kind of of amazement, because somehow, in over the course of two days, that mute child and mysterious had begun to heal the a wound that had festered in the heart Se for three long years, no removing her pain that remained a
permanent part of it, but giving meaning to that pain, suggesting that the Samuel’s death and perhaps also that of Rebecca had been part of something bigger, something with a purpose and that perhaps only, perhaps Sec’s own Survival. It had also had a purpose that had been preserved to find Matthew, protect him, help him to fulfill the mysterious destiny that still awaited marked in these difficult times.
While the boy slept, Seck kept surveillance scanning the horizon by any sign of persecution, but His mind was elsewhere, going over the revelations of the last two days, trying to understand this new a world where children wear brands sacred and possess the power to heal high personal cost, a world where Perhaps his son had been one of those extraordinary children, where death Samuel’s tragedy had not been without meaning, but a sacrifice.
sacred I could believe in something like that. After tr years of bitter doubts about questioning the the very existence of God, after abandon his vocation as a reverend, convinced that faith was an illusion, that prayer was like shouting into a void indifferent. Sik looked at the sleeping child peaceful face that contained so much ancestral wisdom like an innocent vulnerability.
And to their surprise He discovered that he could believe not in the rigid certainties that he used to preach, but in something wilder and more wonderful. A grace that worked in ways that I had never imagined, through glasses as improbable as a mute albino child and perhaps through his own son lost.
The realization did not erase its The pain didn’t completely heal his doubt, but It was a beginning, a crack in the wall which he had built around his heart, letting in the first ones timid rays of something that against all odds The prognosis felt like hope. Yeah He let Matthew sleep longer than the few hours he had planned initially.
The child needed rest and the rough terrain It offered better hiding places than the meadow open space they had left behind. Still Thus, it remained vigilant, scanning the horizon periodically in search of any sign of persecution. To the Dark clouds had gathered by midday to the northwest, promising a storm early autumn.
The temperature dropped and a cold wind began to lash the pine trees bending their crowns and making spin the loose needles like snow green. Matthew moved his pale eyes They opened up to the changed landscape. HE He sat down quickly, fully alert, and cast a questioning glance at Se, Everything’s been calm so far. It Sec reassured everyone, but evil is approaching.
time. We should find shelter better before it arrives. The child He nodded, then pointed northeast, towards the low mountains that mark the horizon. Do you think we should go to “The hills?” Sec asked. “It would be a…” A more difficult path, but better protection. Matthew nodded again resolved. Okay, he agreed.
gathering his few belongings, But we must be careful. Those hills They could offer us protection, but They would be a dangerous place to stay. trapped in a storm. They left following a small stream towards his fountain. In the foothills, the terrain It became increasingly difficult. Rocky outcrops, dense forests of pine and creeping oak ravines sculpted by the spring sky.
But with the difficult terrain came a better concealment and it was felt that the The tension eased a little from his shoulders. As they moved further away from the open prairie where Tanner could easily track them, the storm clouds continued accumulating, transforming the afternoon into an early twilight.
The air took a The metallic taste that precedes lightning and the wind was blowing hard growing, releasing the first drops cold against their faces. “Need “find shelter,” Seque shouted over the rising winds. “A cave or a something to keep us dry. Matthew pointed to a rocky ridge further on, where the stream disappeared into a narrow canyon.
Sek understood that the The child was guiding them to another sanctuary, one that was not marked on the map left behind. The entrance to the canyon was just wide enough to It will slide sideways. Matthew His small figure fit in easily, disappearing into the shadows beyond. I know he continued scraping himself more cautiously shoulders against the stone walls rough inside the barrel.
it widened lightly, allowing them to walk in single file along the stream that was carved this passage along countless millennia. The walls They rose vertically on both sides, cutting off most of the light waning and creating a twilight twilight. “How much longer?” her voice echoed, she asked. strangely in the narrow space.
Matthew held up five fingers. 5 minutes assumed sec. The cannon was rotating and twisting. sometimes narrowing until they had wading through the frozen stream, sometimes widening enough to allow them to walk side by side. The The storm was already fully upon us. them, but the high walls They protected from the worst wind and only drops Occasional ones reached the canyon floor.
Finally, the passage opened to a small circular space like a natural amphitheater. The stream sprang from a crack in the far wall, forming a small but spectacular waterfall which fell about 6 m into a deep pool. TO both sides of the waterfall carved into the There were small caves or nooks and crannies.
“Another shrine?” he asked I was impressed by the hidden beauty. From the spot, Matthew nodded, pointing to the cave on the left side of the waterfall. They advanced carefully along the edge of the pool, the slippery stone by the waterfall spray. The entrance of the The cave was partially hidden by a curtain of hanging vines that somehow they had taken root in the rock above.
Inside the cave was surprisingly spacious and the most important, dry. The ground had been leveled at some point in the past and A stone hearth had been built against a wall with a fireplace ingenious that carried the smoke through a natural crack in the ceiling. The best of Everything, the cave was equipped with dry firewood supplies.
more dried meat and hard cookies. A small barrel that It turned out to be honey and several blankets of wool. There were even two rustic beds stuffed with dried grass for sleeping. “Someone maintains these places,” he said. He ran his hand over the stack of firewood. carefully. “These supplies do not They’re old, they’ve been restocked recently.
” Matthew nodded and then made a gesture which encompassed the entire cave followed by point to her chest and make a movement circular that included Se, “People like “You,” Sec translated, “marked and those who protect them.” A network, just as Marta said. The boy smiled pleased that I know he understood.
With The storm raged outside, they got to make the cave comfortable. S. That lit a small fire in the hearth while Matthew arranged the blankets in the beds. Soon the cave was warm and filled with the comforting aroma of smoke firewood and the stew that dried with its provisions. While they ate sitting down with legs crossed by the fire sec, he found himself studying the face of Matthew to the flickering light.
He The boy seemed more relaxed here, more at home, even on Se’s farm There was a sense of belonging being in the right place that made dry again over the source of the child. Have you been to this sanctuary? “Before?” Sek asked. “It seems that he “You know it well.” Matthew considered it. Then he did his characteristic tremor of hand through the spirits of the others marked.
“They have shown you This place.” A nod. These spirits continued to dry carefully. You can see them. You talk to them about some way. Matthew bowed his head Thinking, he then picked up the newspaper. He wrote, “I feel it like music.” You perceive them as when you hear a Sec played the melody, but you don’t see them like apparitions or ghosts.
The boy nodded, relieved that I knew that he would understand. And they guide you, they help you to find these sanctuaries. Another nod, but they didn’t help you. when they captured you. Continuous. I know that with a softened voice when you were in that cage with the wooden label. The expression of Matthew’s face darkened. wrote.
Too weak. Almost gone. “You were “Too weak to feel them,” he said Sake. “Too sick or injured.” He The boy wrote again, “Healing “used.” “I had healed someone,” he said Secret. “That’s why you were so weak, That’s how they caught you.” Matthew nodded, his face grave. “TO “Who did you heal?” Sake asked. “The “Do you remember?” The pale eyes of The boys became distant.
Remembering, she wrote slowly, “Little girl, “Fever, like your son.” A sec ran through him a chill that had nothing to do with with the storm outside. A girl with the the same fever that took Samuel. The You healed. a nod and then you were too weak to escape when who was transporting you He left that commercial position during the storm.
Another nod, but now “You are stronger,” Sake observed. Has recovered some of your ability. Matthew raised his hand, palm flat, and It tilted somewhat from one side to the other, but not completely. That’s why you can feel the spirits find them again sanctuaries, but you’re not there yet. strong enough to do major healings.
As you said about Tanner’s scar, that’s what you would make you sick, but probably not would kill. The boy nodded, impressed by the Understanding how long it takes Matthew will fully recover raised both hands, fingers extended. 10 10 days weeks. The boy pointed to the moon visible by the entrance to the cave where the Vines were opening up.
Then he traced his She formed a shape in the air and raised her 10 fingers again. Sec translated 10 lunar cycles. 10 months to fully recover. A nod. And how long has it been? How long has it been since you healed the girl? How many months? Matthew lifted eight fingers. Month. So you’re almost there Recovered, but not completely.
The child He nodded with a solemn expression. Sex se He lay down, processing this information. By Blackwood wants kids like you. Imagine having soldiers who can heal any wound, heal any disease, even if it takes them months recover afterwards. The expression of Matthew grew dark. He wrote, “Not only Healer knows more.
Blackwood knows more about The Marquins, regarding other skills that you have.” The boy nodded. worried face. “What other skills?” Sec asked. “What else Can they do the markings? Matthew hesitated, Then he wrote, “It depends, different for each. Each brand has gifts different.” Sik interpreted, “Healing is just a possibility, a nod.
And what is your gift? Matthew?” In addition to healing, the child went down the suddenly shy look or perhaps reluctant. After a long moment, He wrote, “I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” “I need light.” Okay, it was agreed that the child’s reluctance. So, tomorrow They finished their meal in silence. comfortable, listening to the roaring storm outside.
The roar of the waterfall had intensified with the rain, creating a constant background music which was both energizing and reassuring. As it progressed That night, Sake found herself thinking about Samuel again, wondering if his The son had discovered his own gifts before the fever struck him. Knew who was special. I had tried to tell his father just so that he that he dismissed it as mere imagination children. Matthew said Sik suddenly.
When did you first know you were different, that you had the mark on these skills? The boy considered it. Then He wrote, “I always knew it. I was born with she. Don’t you remember a time before Did you understand what you were? Matthew shook his head and your parents They knew it, they understood it. A shadow crossed the boy’s face.
He wrote, “No, parents. Orphanage, “You grew up in an orphanage.” Sekente said. “I’m sorry.” Matthew shrank back shoulders a gesture that seemed to say So, “It’s fine the way things are things.” The others marked, continued Sec. There are also many orphans. The child He nodded; his expression suggested that he was common.
Why is that? By the brand same. Or Matthew wrote again. The War creates orphans. The war does. Wars that create so many Orphans also create the marked. Sik translated, understanding clearly as if the universe were trying to balance suffering to heal wounds that generates the conflict. The eyes of The child’s face lit up and he nodded.
vigorously. Zik had picked up on something essential. Then Samuel meditated. But It was born with the brand, it appeared after the war when I was about 4 years old. Matthew seemed intrigued by this. He wrote, “When exactly? When Did the brand appear? Sik remembered trying to specify the time. It was in the Spring of April 64, I think.
Cardigan He noticed her during his bath one night. We thought it was just a brand of birth that we had somehow overlooked, but looking back I’m sure it wasn’t there before. The The child’s eyes opened. He wrote with emergency April 9. I don’t remember the exact date, admitted sec. Why is it Is that significant? Matthew nodded emphatically.
Wrote: “Apomatox, the war is over.” He felt the hair on his head stand on end. the arms. April 9, 1864. The day Lee surrendered to Grant in Apomatox Courthouse, the effective end of The civil war, he looked at Matthew. Are saying that Samuel received his mark on the same day the war ended?” The boy nodded again with an expression solemn.
How is that possible? How could their body knows of an event to hundreds miles away? Matthew touched his chest over the heart, then pointed to the world around and then played his again heart the same circular connection as He tried to explain on his first night in the sanctuary. The connection, Sec murmured, the energy life cycle.
You say that we are all connected in some way way and those marked feel this stronger connection than the others. A feeling with a small smile approval. And when a great one ends suffering like a war, that energy, that relief manifests itself physically in certain children. Create the brand. Another, more emphatic nod.
So Samuel wasn’t chosen at random, Sake said, his voice filled with emotion. There was a reason, a purpose. Matthew extended his hand hesitantly. and placed a small hand on his arm Sek’s, a gesture of comfort and confirmation. “Thank you,” Se said. covering the child’s hand with his own, for helping me understand, for giving me a a glimpse of something bigger than myself pain.
The child squeezed dry arm softly her pale eyes reflected the light of the fire like two flames twins. Outside, the storm continued their assault against the canyon walls, But inside the ancient sanctuary, another The type of storm was calming down storm of doubt and bitterness that had Ezekiel Calawy’s heart was whipped.
For three long years, the dawn brought clear skies to a landscape turned. The storm had washed the world leaving behind an autumn day crystalline. The sunlight poured in in the canyon refracting through the waterfall spray. to create a perfect rainbow crossing the pool. If he left the cave and found Matthew, now awake, sitting next to the waterfall, her white hair shining with the morning light.
The boy lifted the look when she approached with a peaceful expression that suggested there was state of communion with the place or perhaps with the spirits of others marked. “Good morning,” Seik said, settling in his side on the warm stone by the sun. You took a bath early. Matthew nodded and then pointed to the rainbow crossing the pool with a expression of simple joy. It’s lovely.
Yes, he agreed. A good Perhaps an omen. The boy smiled at This and he stood up and started moving to that Sek should follow him. He led the way towards the cave on the opposite side of the the waterfall they hadn’t explored the night before. This cave was more smaller than its shelter and darker without chimney or obvious ventilation.
But while Matthew was guiding Secro the darkness gave way to ambient light subtle, similar to the phosphorescence of underground sanctuary that they had visited before. The light source is She made it clear when they arrived at the camera deeper in the cave. The walls were covered in crystals that They captured and amplified the few rays of sunlight that penetrated even there, creating a soft, diffused glow.
In In the center of the chamber there was another altar made of stone, but this one was different from the others of the previous sanctuaries, instead of a simple stone with a carved cross. This altar was a perfectly cube-shaped piece of wood. made of some dark material, perhaps obsidian, polished, to a shine faint.
Embedded in its surface Above, there was a pane of glass that matched with the ones on the walls, but bigger and in a more perfect way. What is this? “Where?” he asked. I know his voice dropped to a I whispered, even though he didn’t want to. consciously. Matthew’s expression He was solemn as he approached the altar.
He placed his hand on the glass and It immediately began to glow with a brighter interior light than the ambient lighting of the camera. He The child closed his eyes with concentration and the light intensified, spreading from the glass towards his hand and then by his arm. He watched in amazement while the glow enveloped everything Matthew’s body, making his white hair and pale skin will shine like a small star burning in the dark cave.
The child’s eyes They opened and they had also changed. Already They weren’t pale blue, but full of the the same light that surrounded him as if he were looking from a place of pure radiance. I know that He breathed uncertainly and a little scared. He The boy turned towards him still radiant and extended his hand. He The gesture was clear. Take it, join me.
Hesitantly, he extended his own hand. When their fingers touched the light, jumped from Matthew to him running through his arm and extending all over his body. But it wasn’t a feeling physics, not heat, nor electricity, nor nothing that could be named by Sec. It was a feeling of connection across barriers dissolving and then like a door that opens in his mind.
Sik heard a voice not with their ears, but within their thoughts. A clear and childlike voice sweet. Now you can hear me. Esik and the Calaway. If he took a step back staggering, breaking the connection physical, and the voice disappeared along with the shared light. Matthew was still glowing, But Sik returned to normal, standing still in the crystal chamber with the heart beating strongly. You spoke, Jadiosek.
You spoke to me in my mind. Matthew nodded. The radiance to his all around it began to fade while withdrawing his hand from the glass. If this is the case, then besides healing, you can communicate mind to mind. The boy took out the diary and wrote, only here the place special amplifier. The sanctuary.
Amplify your skills, Sec interpreted. That’s why you needed light. You were supposed to be here in the morning when sunlight reaches the crystals. A nod. You can do it again. I can hear further. Matthew hesitated. Then he nodded. He placed his hand back on the glass. and the radiance returned, spreading once again to wrap up her little one figure.
Again, he extended his free hand towards Se, who took it without hesitation. This Once the connection was formed instantly. The Light flowed between them and the voice returned to Se’s mind I can’t talk to my voice because the men who had me Before you, something was cut inside me the throat. They didn’t want me to tell no one had seen it.
There was an outburst of anger at the cruelty described with such naturalness. Who were the ones who hurt you? So? Men who work for Blackwood. They marry us off, they use us, They experiment on us. They want Understanding our gifts, controlling them, turn them into weapons. And Tanner, he He also works for Blackwood.
Tanner is different. He was wounded in the war. A bomb exploded near him. I should have killed him. But one of the marked men saved him, he took His wounds left him only with a scar. on the face. He is now connected with us. You can feel us. Blackwood uses it to find us. But why is Tanner helping Blackwood? Did one of you save him? The voice Matthew’s mind turned sad.
The The connection goes both ways, he It allows us to meet, but it also gives some of our pain when we heal others. He’s angry about that. He wants stop. Do you think that if it helps capture us All Blackwood will find a way to break the connection? But you said you could break it healing his scar.
Sick insisted absorbing it into itself. Yes, but he He doesn’t know, and Blackwood wouldn’t tell him. because then Tanner would be useless to he. Sik processed this information trying to understand the complex network of motives and relationships and the place to which You are guiding us to the house with crosses in the roof.
What is it? Why do you think that Will we be safe there? The mental voice of Matthew lit up. It is a sanctuary special, the oldest of the era of the first ones marked. A sacred place where our gifts are strongest and where those who marry us cannot enter. They cannot enter. What the Does it prevent it? The same energy that creates Our brands recognize the intention.
Those who want to harm the Those marked simply cannot cross the threshold. It’s like trying to put two together. magnets with the same pole, a force Invisibility repels them. And you know Exactly where is this place? Good, Not exactly, but enough near. I feel it calling me more and more strong while we travel towards the northeast.
The spirits of the marked They guide us there. Sec thought about the journey that awaited them. the rugged terrain, the winter that He approached the hunters in his trace. How far away do you think it is? How many more days of travel? Three days, maybe four. It’s in the hills to north of the Neobra River, a former mission which was abandoned long ago, but kept secret by those They protect those who are marked.
And once you’re there, then what? The mental voice of Matthew became hesitant. So, We could stay together safely. There is others like me there and people who They protect. It could be one of those protectors if you wanted. The longing in the boy’s thoughts It was unmistakable. The simple desire of a child for a home for belonging for a family resonated with something in his own heart of sec, a similar longing that had tried to bury the pain and bitterness.
That’s what you want, Matthew, that Let’s stay there together. Yes. The word The only one who carried so much hope, so much vulnerability, which Sektió that the His throat tightened with emotion. Then that’s what we’ll do, he promised. We’ll reach the sanctuary, and if it’s half… We’ll make what you believe in ours. home.
The joy that flooded their connection It was like sunlight breaking through the Pure, warm, transformative clouds. The Matthew’s physical condition seemed to shine even more so for a moment, the light pulsing with their happiness. Then suddenly the The boy tensed up. The light around him flickered like a candle in a current.
His mental voice when he returned She was tense with alarm. Someone is coming, someone who is suffering. The connection broke down when Matthew He let go of both the glass and his hand. Sec. The glow faded leaving them standing in the gloom of the crystal cave. The ambient light of suddenly seemed insufficient after the the brilliance they had shared.
Who “Is he coming?” Se asked immediately. alert. Tanner. Matthew denied it head with a worried expression. He quickened his pace out of the cave towards the pool under the waterfall with dry hair, following him closely. Outside, the morning The rainbow remained clear and bright. still arching over the pool.
Matthew He stood at the water’s edge with his head leaning forward as if listening to something Only he could hear. Then he pointed with urgency towards the entrance of the canyon. “Is anyone coming for the canyon?” he asked. They peered through the narrow passage into looking for any sign of movement. He The boy nodded, then clutched his chest with the now familiar gesture.
The gesture indicated that someone was injured or dying. Wounded, Sake translated. But not Tanner and Blackwood’s men. Another nod, this time more confident. Friend or enemy may know. Matthew bowed his head again, listening to what their senses or the They were indicating the signal. After a “For a moment,” he shrugged.
No I was sure. Stay behind me, Seque ordered, taking out the knife that they had found in the reserve of first sanctuary. If I tell you to run, Hide in the crystal cave. only It has an entrance and an exit defenses. The boy nodded solemnly, moving to stand behind Sake while Both were guarding the entrance to the cannon.
Tense and silent minutes passed, except for the constant roar of the waterfall. Finally, movement in the mouth of the passage, a figure staggering more than walking with a hand resting on the wall of the canyon for to hold on. When the newcomer emerged into the open area around the He posed, dry, and felt a jolt of recognition.
She was a middle-aged woman age. Her gray hair fell loose of what had been a neat bun. Her dress was torn and muddy, and His face was bruised, one eye swollen almost closed. Marta exhaled a sec lowering the knife. Marta Jenkins. The older woman looked up when she heard your name. His good eye opened surprised and relieved. Ezekiel gasped.
Thank God. I know he rushed forward when the Marta’s legs caught her before it fell. It was lighter than what she expected, fragile in his arms and I could feel him trembling exhaustion. What happened, Kest? he asked helping her move towards the cave where they had spent the night. How do we Did you find it? I followed the sanctuaries, he succeeded Martha said in a weak voice.
I knew that You would use them. I’ve been trying to To reach them in two days. Inside the cave, I know he accommodated Marta on one of the cots while Matthew went to the pond for water. He The boy’s face was tense because of the concern while handing her the cup to the older woman. The men of Blackwood returned, Martha said after drink deeply.
They destroyed my house looking for evidence of where they had been. I didn’t tell them anything, he pointed to his face bruised. But that’s not why I went behind you. There’s worse news. That Could it get any worse? Seque asked angrily, his voice rising. thinking about soldiers beating a woman elderly.
Tanner said Martha, lowering the voice. He no longer just follows them, he is hunting. Blackwood promised him a cure. A cure for what? Seca asked. Although I suspected the answer. For your condition, the connection with the marked It’s killing him slowly. That’s how it’s been for years. Every time one of you Heals someone, he feels it.
It takes a piece of suffering. She looked at Matthew, who nodded. gravity. This confirmed what the The boy had told him in the cave glass. But how do you capture Matthew? Could it provide a cure? he asked Sek. Do not capture. Martha corrected herself with her good eye, filling with tears. Kill.
Blackwood has convinced Tanner that if he kills the marked one he is more strongly connected, the bond becomes will break. Seik felt cold despite the warmth of the fire and that’s Matthew who is most connected. Martha nodded. The connection It was formed when Matthew healed a girl from Tanner’s group, a girl who was dying of the same fever as He took your family away.
Matthew almost He died in the process. I was so weakened. That’s when they captured him and They put them in that cage. But killing him wouldn’t break the connection, Secretary Matthew protested, telling me that… The only way is for him to heal the scar. from Tanner, who takes the connection himself same. Blackwood is lying to Tanner, Martha said simply.
He doesn’t want to that the connection breaks. Wants study it, understand it, and needs to Matthew lived for his experiments. But Tanner is desperate with pain. constant. He believes killing the boy will end his suffering. Matthew had been listening sincerely. Now he took out the newspaper and He wrote, “I must cure him. Only way.
” No, Sec said. It’s too dangerous. You You yourself said that you are not completely recovered. The cure could kill you. Better for me than for both of them. It has to “There is another way,” Sake insisted. We will arrive at the sanctuary. You told me about that Blackwood and his men cannot enter. We’ll be safe there.
Matthew He shook his head. His expression was resolved. He wrote, “Tanner will follow him.” Keep trying. It’s never safe. He “The boy is right,” Martha said in a voice low. I have seen the determination of Tanner. He will not stop until he kills Matthew, or die himself. So We’ll have to be one step ahead, Sake argued.
Keep moving, use the sanctuaries. Let’s get to the mission before it catches up with us. Matthew’s face was sad while writing. He’s already here. Sik and Martha turned towards the entrance from the cave half-expecting to see Tanner standing there. The boy wrote again. It’s coming soon. I felt it enter the canyon. How much time do we have? Sec asked already gathering his few belongings.
Matthew held up three fingers. 3 minutes Sake explained. Just 3 minutes. He nodded. “We’ll never get out through the canyon,” he said. Marth struggling to stand up. “Not in my condition, and even less so if he already…” It’s in the passage. The cave of “crystals,” Seike suggested. “We could “Hide there, defend the entrance.
” Matthew shook his head. Wrote fast. It would not be found. He/She feels me. So, what then? He demanded sec with his voice It lasts because of frustration and fear. He The boy’s face was calm. His decision already made. he wrote, “It “I face it alone.” “Absolutely not,” he said Sec. I will not allow you to sacrifice yourself.
No It is a sacrifice. Healing is my purpose. Tea He will kill him before you can get near him enough to cure him.” Sec argued. Matthew shook his head and pointed at the waterfall then to itself. The waterfall. Ze He frowned. What’s wrong with it? Marta was the first to understand. The water amplifies the skills of marked, he said.
Like crystals, but stronger. If Matthew stands in the waterfall, could cure Tanner from the distance. She did look from Martha to Matthew, who He nodded in confirmation. But the cost, Sec insisted. It would still weaken you, perhaps. critically. The risk is worth it. Trust me. The simple plea. Trust me. It deeply moved Sec.
This child who had every reason to distrust adults, after what who suffered was asking for Sake’s faith in return, asking that he be allowed to fulfill the purpose for which he believed exist. Who was Sake? for to deny it, in order to impose their own fears, their need to protect about the clear understanding that Matthew had of his call. “That’s fine,” he said.
Finally, Sec, “but I will entrench myself in your side. If anything goes wrong, I’ll get you out of here. “There.” “Understood,” Matthew nodded. solemn, but determined face. HE They moved quickly, picking up only what essential: the diary, the knife, the canteen. Marta insisted on to accompany them despite their injuries.
“He state protecting those marked by 40 “years,” he said when Seik tried convince her to hide in the cave. “I’m not going to stop now.” Outside, the sun was still shining intensely. The rainbow is still nature stretched out over the pool oblivious to the life-or-death drama that It was about to develop. Matthew He led them to the waterfall, stopping on its edge, where the mist created by The dew was constant.
“What is the “Plan?” Sec asked. “How do we do it? “This?” Matthew pointed to himself, then to the waterfalls, making it clear that I would be standing in the water. Then he pointed to Seek and Martha, making a gesture so that they would stand on either side of the poses visible, but off the line direct between him and the cannon entrance.
Do they want us to be visible? He asked, surprised, “Sex.” Not hidden. He The boy nodded, then mimed holding a weapon. I wanted Tanner to see that no They were armed, which was not a threat. And when he comes, he insisted Sak. So what then? Mateo made a gesture calming with the hands. Just wait and see. “I don’t like this,” Sec muttered.
Too many variables, too much risk. But there was no time for further discussion. A sound at the entrance of the canyon was captured your attention. The rubbing of a boot against the stone, the click of a weapon being hammered. “It’s here,” Marta whispered. Frank Tanner emerged from the narrow passage like a predator in its lair.
cautious, alert to danger, moving with the grace of the hunter despite his obvious pain. He was tall and thin, dressed in tanned leather clothes that They’d seen better days with a rifle. ready in his hands marked by scars. His face was gaunt, her cheeks were sunken for several days with incipient beard growth.
But what attracted The sight was the scar, a line irregular that ran from his hundred left to the wrinkled jaw and angry at her skin, tanned by the climate. Her eyes were a striking green They immediately noticed Matthew. “There “You are,” he said in a harsh voice, as if he weren’t was used to talking. “The fact that “It’s killing me.
” Mateo was at the edge of the pool calming the face of his hunter. She raised her small hands, palms facing He went outside, showing that he was unarmed. “Don’t try your tricks, kid.” Tanner warned, raising his rifle. “HE what you can do. I feel it every time that one of your own is using their powers unnatural.
“He’s not trying anything,” Se shouted from its position to the left of the pose. He just wants to talk. Tanner’s gaze He moved to Sake, then to Martha, to the right, assessing the threat that they represented. Apparently, she decided against it. They were an immediate danger and returned Pay attention to Mateo. “Talk,” Tanner said.
with a raspy laugh. The boy can’t talk. They made sure of that. He touched his his own throat with a sharp gesture. They made sure he couldn’t tell. what they do to people of your race. “Then listen,” Martha said in a voice stronger than I know I expected given its condition. Listen to what he would say If I could.
I don’t want to hear it anymore, Tanner responded, taking another step The rifle was near, still pointed at Mateo. I’m fed up with the pain of feeling every The harm you cause to others. Blackwood promised me peace if I hand him over your body. Blackwood is lying to you. He said urgently. Killing Mateo is not It will break your connection with the marked ones, It will only make it worse.
Doubt crossed Tanner’s face. Are you lying to save the boy? No, Marta intervened. I have studied the marked my whole life. The connection only It can break in one way, healing the physical brand that created it. Your scar Healing is what’s important. Tanner repeated in a bitter voice. More than his unnatural powers.
What me It’s killing. It’s not killing you. Sec. corrected. It’s hurting, yes, but it’s also you keeps alive. That bullet should have killed you. killed in the war. The marking that you Salvatore received most of the damage He died in your place. The scar and the The connection you created is evidence of your second chance at life.
The rifle of Tanner trembled slightly. How do you know? The bullet thing? What happened? Matthew told us “Edita told me,” Marta said. In their own way, He understands the connection better than anyone and “He can break it,” Sik added, “not by dying.” but healing your scar, taking the connection itself, freeing you from she.
That? Hope and suspicion They were fighting in Taner’s face. Because Would you do that? help the man who has I’ve been getting married, because that’s what I’ve been doing. “They make the marks,” Marta said with simplicity. Healing involves accepting suffering. of others as their own, is their purpose, his call. Matthew had remained still during all this exchange, observing Tanner with those pale, wise eyes.
Now he moved, slowly stepping on the shallow water at the edge of the pool. “Stay where you are,” Tanner ordered. stabilizing the rifle again. But Matthew continued his slow advance toward the waterfall with a peaceful expression almost serene. It stopped where the water that It fell, forming a curtain of drops, even not in the full force of the fall, but close enough so that the dew moistened her hair and clothes whites.
“What is he?” Tanner demanded, sounding panicked. her voice. Make it stop. You are Sake said, showing that he is not afraid. That he trusts you will make the decision correct. There is no choice, he replied. Tanner, but his voice lacked conviction. Blackwood said the only The way to end this is Blackwood wants to use both. Martha interrupted.
Use Tanner to capture Matthew. Using Matthew for their experiments. No He doesn’t care what happens to any of them. two at the end. Matthew took another step inside the waterfall, letting the water fell on her small figure. AND Then something extraordinary happened. He rainbow that arched over the pool, its colors intensified, deepening, appearing to converge at the point where Matthew was.
What is this? Respite Tanner, lowering the rifle slightly, his astonishment. That? passing through. The water around Matthew began to shine with the same light that Sec had seen in the crystal cave. A glow that seemed to emanate from it boy amplified by the falling water until it remained a pillar of light in the middle of the waterfall.
Sik lo He then felt the same mental touch which I had experienced before, but more faint, more diffuse, as if Matthew was reaching them all time. I can heal you, Frank Tanner, to remove the scar and the connection that It causes you pain, but you must choose accept this gift. I cannot impose the healing.
Taner staggered backward almost dropping his rifle. You are in my head, panting. How are you in my head? In the same way that I feel your pain. The connection works on both. directions. It has always been this way between the marked and those whom They save. “Make him stop,” Tanner pleaded. pressing one hand against the 100. “Make the voices stop.
” “Can I’ll do it, but you need to lower your weapon. You must choose healing over the damage.” Tanner looked from Matthew to Sec and then to Martha, as if searching confirmation that they too They heard the voice in their minds, which he saw it in their faces. He must have convinced him because, slowly and reluctantly, it went down rifle until the barrel pointed at floor.
“If you can finish this,” he said with a broken voice, “Do it. Free me from this curse.” “It was never a curse,” she replied. Matthew’s mental voice, soft but firm. “It was a gift you didn’t understand, a second chance at life bought with Another sacrifice, but I’ll take it away from you if That’s really what you want.” It is. Tanner said.
And for the first time, it was seen magnitude of man’s suffering, the lines of constant pain around her eyes, the weariness that seemed down to the bones. Please. Matthew nodded once solemnly in his radiance. Then she lifted her little ones hands palms facing outwards, directing them towards Tanner across the distance of the pose.
The light that surrounded Matthew It intensified, becoming almost too much. brilliant to look at directly. HE concentrated in his outstretched hands, merging into a beam that shot towards the water where Tanner was. He The tracker gasped when the light hit him. He reached it by wrapping it in the same The glow that surrounded Matthew.
For a They remained like that for a long time connected the small one at the waterfall and the emaciated man at the edge of the pool, united by a pulsating bridge of light with energy. I know he could feel the power from where it was like electricity static electricity that makes the hair stand on end in her arms.
Then gradually the light Around Tanner began to change color, darkening from gold to amber, and then to a deep, furious red. The red light traveled back through the connection flowing from Tanner to Matthew like blood through oats. The body of Matthew shuddered when the red light turned on him. reached. Her face twitched into a A silent expression of pain, but it didn’t go down The hands didn’t break the connection.
The water Smoke began to rise around him as The red light was absorbed by its small figure, disappearing as if consumed for the brightest gold. Tanner Meanwhile, he had fallen to his knees the rifle forgotten beside him. His hands They were pressed against her face covering the scar. When finally She lowered them; I know she could see that the line irregular had disappeared, leaving in Instead, a smooth skin. “It’s done.
” Tanner whispered, touching his face healed with amazement. The pain is gone. All. The connection between them He disappeared suddenly. The bridge of light collapsing as Matthew lowered the hands. The boy staggered in the waterfall clearly weakened by the healing, but still standing. The Shining The light around him dimmed, but not disappeared completely, as if now there existed an essential light within him permanently. Yes. He ran to the edge.
out of the water, ready to pull Matthus out and was falling. But the boy followed his own I walk carefully from the fallen to the shore, their clothes soaked and her white hair plastered to her head. “Are you okay?” Seca asked. kneeling down to examine it. Matthew He nodded, although his face was more paler than usual, and appeared dark circles under her eyes.
He looked exhausted, but triumphant. On the other side of the Tanner posed, struggling to his feet, looking at Matthew with an expression that Sik couldn’t quite interpret it, perhaps. amazement or fear or something in between. “What happens now?” he asked. tracker with uncertain voice. “That “What do I do?” “Whatever you choose,” Marta replied.
“Now you are free. Free from the connection, free from Blackwood’s manipulation. will come after me when I don’t return with “The child,” Tanner said, looking over from the shoulder as if expecting the The colonel could appear at any moment. “Then I won’t return,” suggested Sec. “Come with us instead.
” Tanner seemed surprised by the offer. “With you After everything I’ve done, after of hunting the child like an animal, Matthew healed you knowing everything that “You did.” SC pointed out. If he can We too must forgive. The tracker He looked at Matthew, who nodded. solemnly confirming the words of Sec. Why?, Tanner asked.
The The simple question contained worlds of disbelief. Why would they help me? after I tried to kill them? Matthew He pulled out the miraculously dry newspaper. inside her wet clothes and wrote, “Because I was suffering. Healing is my goal.” purpose.” Tanner read the words and then looked at the child with tears in his eyes.
No I deserve this mercy. Nobody deserves “The pain,” Martha said. What will you do now? Will you get back together with Blackwood? The expression of Tanner hardened. No, never again. He used me, he lied to me, he He made children hunt. So, help us in change, Se proposed, help us get to the sanctuary that Matthew is guiding us.
With your tracking skills, we could avoid the patrols of Blackwood, find the safest route. What is Sanctuary Brandon? Tanner asked. An old mission in the hills north of Nichobra, Marta explained. A place where the marked and their protectors have gathered by generations. A place where Blackwood and his men cannot enter.
Tanner considered it. I know a place That’s how it is with stories. A mission with crosses on its roof which is said to be haunted or protected by spirits that ward off those who have bad intentions. Matthew nodded enthusiastically, pointing to Tanner and making a gesture that That’s clearly what it meant. I know him.
“The way,” Tanner said slowly. He I’ve explored those hills many times. I never found the mission as if was hidden from me. But I know the land. Then join us, Instosec. Help us get there safely. Give yourself a chance at redemption. Tanner fell for a long moment staring from dry to Marta and then to Matthew.
He The boy firmly returned his gaze to those pale eyes without judgment or fear. This “Okay,” Tanner finally decided. Them I will help. I don’t believe in redemption. those things, but because now I owe one debt and Frank Tanner always pays his. debts. Matthew smiled. that weird transformative expression that illuminated His whole face and he wrote, “Redemption It arrives when you least expect it.
– Tanner He read this and let out a short laugh and rough. “We’ll see, kid, we’ll see.” with his unlikely new ally, They gathered their few belongings and They prepared to leave the sanctuary. Matthew insisted on performing his ritual on the altar stone, first placing his hand on the carved cross and sharing some of their energy to renew the protection of the site.
“How long will it take us to get to the “mission?” Sake asked Tanner while they waited. “Three days, maybe four, depending on the weather. What if we we ran into a patrol of “Blackwood?” the tracker replied. “The terrain becomes more rugged” from here, but I know paths that Few have traveled this far, and Blackwood will come.
“We’ll follow you when you don’t return.” Tanner’s expression was grim. Eventually, it will first send more men. When they don’t come back, I could come himself. He’s obsessed with the marked with understanding and controlling their can. It has been for years. That How did this obsession begin? Marta asked.
Do you know his son? Tanner said in a voice low. Born with the mark after the Mexican war. Blackwood saw it as a blessing at first, a sign of that their child was special. So The healing began, and with it, the cost. The boy died saving a friend from drown. Blackwood has been trying to understand it from then on, seeking a way to harness power without the sacrifice.
“A father’s pain “It’s become an obsession,” Seque murmured. understanding very well how the loss could transform a person, destined to travel together through the danger and doubt towards a place of shelter. Matthew returned from the altar looking tired, but satisfied. He nodded to indicate that he was ready. to leave as they left the canyon following a different path than Tanner I knew one who would avoid men from Blackwood that might be watching the main entrance I found myself walking next to Matthew.
He The child looked at him with those wise eyes, like if he could perceive Seck’s thoughts. “We will achieve it,” Se told him. to convince oneself like a child. “We’ll get to the mission. There we will find safety.” Matthew nodded, his expression serene. despite his obvious exhaustion. Took Se’s hand, her small, warm fingers and surprisingly strong.
And in that Simple contact Sik felt again the certainty that had been growing within from him since the boy appeared in his door during the storm. Were destined to meet that preacher broken and that scarred child, destined to travel together through the danger and doubt towards a place of refuge, destined to heal mutually, in ways that went beyond of physical scars or the disease. They had three days ahead of them.
More than a difficult journey, the threat of Blackwood’s pursuit and the uncertainty of what they would find in the mission. But at this moment, with the Matthew’s hand in his and the path Clearly before them, Ezequiel Calawey He felt something he thought he had lost. always faith.
Not the rigid certainty of their days of preaching, but something more humble and profound. Faith in the mysterious designs of grace, in the healing power of connection, in the possibility of starting over at emerge from the canyon in the bright light of autumn. Peque looked at the child beside him and He saw the future in those pale eyes.
A a future that neither of them could I had imagined it a few days ago, but that They would face together, whatever it was that what awaited them. Three days later, when The sun was setting behind them, They reached the top of a final ridge And they saw it. Finally, the mission with crosses on its roof, nestled in a protected valley that seemed to shine with the last golden light of day.
He The building was bigger than I know. had hoped built with stone local and with a slate roof that still It seemed solid despite its age. Buildings were clustered around them smaller ones, perhaps homes or workshops and beyond, fields and orchards that They looked surprisingly well cared for. The most striking thing was the crosses, not one or two, but dozens of various sizes and designs that adorned each peak and corner of the roof.
They captured the light from the setting sun and they seemed to shine with a internal light like the crystals in the cave sanctuary. “There it is,” he said Tanner, in a low voice and with some astonishment, hidden in plain sight all these years. Marta, who had grown stronger during the He smiled with deep satisfaction on the trip. “The oldest sanctuary,” he murmured.
The place where it all began. Matthew was between them, their pale eyes wide open of amazement and recognition. He looked at Sek and smiled that strange expression. transformative that never stopped to gladden Sek’s heart. Casa le Sekente asked. The boy nodded, then took out the diary and He wrote, “For both of us.” “Yes,” he agreed.
He was surprised by the certainty that I felt. “For both of us.” As they began their descent towards the valley, Sec, noticed movement around the mission. People leaving the buildings meeting in the courtyard central. They had seen them. Approach “Peaceful,” Tanner advised, gesturing with his hands. in sight.
They will be cautious with the strangers. They walked openly along the path without try to hide. As he approached, he was able to to see that the group that was waiting for them was mixed men and women of various ages, and among them children of the same age distinctive appearance that Matthew skin pale, white hair, or silver hair characteristic light eyes.
A man He emerged from the tall, broad-shouldered group with a beard speckled with gray and eyes that They had seen a lot. She was wearing clothes Simple, but it had an air of authority. Welcome to Sanctuary! He called out as they approached. I’m Daniel Cooper, marshal of these parts and guardian of this place.
Aek gave him a a shiver ran down my spine upon hearing the name, Marshall Cooper. Daniel Cooper, who He served in the fourth Nebraska during the war. The man seemed surprised. We know each other, friend Ezequiel Calaway. Zig introduced himself. I was chaplain of the fourth before Shilo. Cooper finished acknowledging the reference.
The voice of the meadow. I remember your sermons, reverend. You comforted many children frightened by the battle. I am no longer “Reverend,” Sec said in a low voice. No I have been for years. Cooper studied it with attention. The habit can remain a on one hand, but the call remains for personal experience. His gaze turned Matthew, who was next to Se, who Is this young man? Before it was possible another figure answered, crossed the crowd gathered.
A girl of the age Matthew’s, with the same white hair and pale skin, ran forward his His face lit up with joy and he launched himself about Matthew, hugging him so force that almost made the two children fall. “Did you find it?” exclaimed the girl with clear and sweet voice. “Really?” “Did you find it, Grace?” Cooper said with a warning tone.
“Remember your “Manners, Grace.” The name in the Matthew’s wooden plaque was given Sick suddenly says. It must be the The girl he had healed, the one Tanner had mentioned. “That’s fine,” he said. Martha going ahead. “I am Martha Jenkins. We’ve been guiding Matthew here, although it is truly he who tells us has guided us. Marta Jenkins repeated Cooper with voice recognition.
The guardian of records. Her reputation precedes her, lady. Marta bowed her head accepting the title with dignity. And this It’s Frank Tanner, formerly in the service of Colonel Blackwood, now our ally. Cooper’s expression hardened as mention Blackwood and several of the Those present murmured uneasily. He Marshall studied Tanner with his eyes half-closed.
“Tanner, the tracker”, He said he was known for always finding his prey. “Former tracker,” Tanner corrected. in a low voice. The boy healed me, he broke my link with Blackwood and his machinations. Cooper looked at Matthew, searching confirmation. The boy, still with the Grace’s arm around his shoulders, He nodded solemnly.
“Well, then,” Cooper said, relaxing a little position. It seems we have plenty to talk about. to talk, but first, welcome everyone to Sanctuary. They have traveled far and faced great dangers. Tonight They will rest. Tomorrow we’ll talk about what’s next. While they were being taken to the compound of the mission, A deep feeling was felt closing as if a circle had filled.
The journey that began with a storm and a silent child in his The door had arrived here in this valley hidden where the marked ones find protection and purpose. Tonight after sharing a meal with the sanctuary residents, nearly 30 in total, including a dozen marked of various ages. Sik was in the yard looking at the starry sky.
The crosses silhouettes were outlined on the ceiling against the cosmos. Their familiar ways, but mysterious in the darkness. Beautiful, we’ll do well. Cooper’s voice came from behind. Those crosses have been in guard for almost 100 years. What is Is this really the place? Sec asked while the Marshall joined him. Matthew called it the most sanctuary ancient, the place where it all began.
That’s one way of putting it, he agreed. Cooper. The first ones marked They appeared after the war of 1812. Children born with the sign and the gifts. A priest who was formerly a doctor and Then he took his vows, acknowledged his importance. He understood that they shouldn’t be feared, but protected.
He established This mission as a safe haven. Each generation since then has maintained and expanded. And Blackwood You will find this place eventually. Cooper’s expression was serene. Ha I’ve been trying for years. He can’t enter or anyone who wants to harm the marked ones. The protection is not this world.
Divine intervention, he asked himself with a hint of his old self skepticism in the voice. Call it as “Whoever you want,” Cooper replied. Funny. Providence, the mystery in the heart of creation. I have seen men approach the valley with weapons and bad intentions, just to stay confused, disoriented, unable to find what is in plain sight.
He pointed out the mission that surrounded them. The power that It creates those who are marked, and it also protects them. in their own way. And what about us who protect them? What is our role in all of this? Cooper He smiled. To be the hands and voice of that same grace, reminding the world that the Healing is possible even in your hours darker, especially then.
He looked at Sec thoughtfully. The voice of the meadow. Perhaps that voice is needed New, Ezequiel Calawey, doesn’t stop preach doctrines or promises of easy salvation, but to talk about the a harder, deeper grace than you have witnessed, the one that costs something, the one that fury. Before a response could be given, a A small figure appeared in the courtyard.
Matthew, dressed in clean clothes provided by the sanctuary. His white hair shining under the light the stars approached hesitantly like if I wasn’t sure I was welcome in adult conversation. Ben, Matthew called out, extending his hand. We were just talking about grace. The boy smiled at the word, perhaps thinking of his friend, and he got to his side. She had her diary with her.
He opened it to write while staying. The simple The question contained worlds of hope and fear. Would he stay at the sanctuary? Now that Matthew was safe? EITHER He would return to his solitary farm at tombs on the hill and to the rooms empty spaces that resonated with absence? Yeah, She said, “I know the decision made in my heart.
” long before her mind articulate. I’ll stay if the marshal Cooper has room for another protective. There’s always room for those who are. called to this job, Cooper said, especially for those who have already demonstrated their commitment. He squeezed the Shoulder to dry firmly once, Then he left them alone in the sunlight stars.
Matthew’s face was glowing of happiness. He wrote again, family. The word pierced Sec to his very core profound, so simple, so profound, in his longing. Family. What there was lost, what had ceased to await to have sometime. What this child He was offering her something extraordinary. “Now then,” Seque said, his voice heavy with emotion.
of emotion. family, you and me. The smile Matthew’s was brighter than the stars in the sky. He wrote one one more line in the newspaper, then he closed it and She slid her small hand into Sec’s. Sec looked at the words and felt healing. last piece of her broken heart, not with not the absence of pain, but with its transformation into something new, strong, and with a purpose that led me to find you and you, to find us both marked by grace.
Together they remained in the courtyard of the sanctuary under the crosses that Their shadows guided them home merging under the light of the stars. The tall homonocosp and the child little. Both once lost, now found both marked by the suffering and through mysterious grace which makes suffering not an end, but a beginning.
About them, a shooting star traced a path of light to through the sky. Its brief glow I remembered that even in the dark the Beauty finds its way. Even in fragility, fullness awaits to be discovered. Even in death, the Life insists on going on, to transform, to start again. And in that moment of stillness, Ezekiel Calawey He found himself doing something he hadn’t expected.
done in three long years. He did not pray formal prayers from their days of preacher, but a simple offering of gratitude for the path that led him So far, so far, for the child, whose hand She rested in her own, and because of the mystery of the grace that had marked them. No.

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