About - Amdana i

Something began to make sense the day I met the creatures.

My mother’s mother used to read tea leaves, this was mentioned to me in passing as a child. When her sisters came there would be talk of ghosts and poltergeists, stories of noises and breakages late at night. They would testify to the truth of these tales, told in tones I did not doubt.

All of this lay forgotten, somewhere between dreams and memories. Until the fall, and the rebuilding, and the glimpse of the folly of belief in our little realities.

So they came from out of the clay; a tsunami of creatures. I watched them appear, I merely moved the clay to welcome them. But why hares and owls, cats and wolves? 

I think I might return one day as a Familiar. Maybe I already did.