Kabanata 13: Chapter 13: The dark page

I separated the egg whites from the yolk, as Grannie Almira took in a deep breath. She stood, her shadow that of a giant. The villagers were staring at her so, as if they were expecting to get their future told to them.

The dream catcher activated, ready to chase away bad memories and absorb their mana.

"That was the year without summer," she began, as she closed her eyes. Did she imagine that year so, as if she was still living in it? Did she imagine the snow, the ice?

The hunger?

"Our granaries were full. Our barns were a thing of plenty. Lambs rested near calves! There was enough hay to go around. The children played in the snow from sunrise to sundown," I blinked.

The story did not sound so scary.

Maybe I was going to collect enough mana from it after all? I smiled, taking the pancake mix. Ready to sprinkle it in the egg yolks.