Chapter 86: Elijah

My dad’s eyes glow a bright blue as my magic pulls the most significant events from his past and forms the intricate designs up his arm. By time it is done, his entire left arm is covered. The story ends over his heart and there the story of when he met my mom and the events that lead up to this very day unfolds. His entire story is intermingled with triumph and failures, love and loss, joy and grief, and friendship and betrayal. It is then that I realize a person’s story won’t always be perfect. There will be ugliness as well as beauty. “You have a beautiful story, dad,” I say and reach out to lightly touch his left chest. Both our eyes are filled with tears when we look at each other. He peers down at his chest and then holds him arm up so he can better see the artwork that now kissed his skin.

I step forward and he wraps me in a warm hug. I hug him back and concentrate on the soul of the wolf that will join him