Becoming Undone

Excerpt from Entry One:


It was divined that oddities come in waves of three. The lake being the first oddity, or first that I recall, but the next would come quickly thereafter. 

In the morning, a wise woman of our tribe would come to visit me. Having herbal tea beneath the shade trees, she would tell me a story of a bear she met in her dreams, that taught her the way of nature and balance. How it was revealed to her in the breeze that she would visit me, but she had been waiting for some time to know when. She told me how I would meet a creature in the same fashion as she, so she had reckoned from her own surmise. How my shadow had pulled me toward my destiny all along, but some forces held me back. She told me that she herself had met Destiny a handful of times, and that he was a fine but trickster like fellow, and that I was lucky that my stars would never be his to cross. I wondered the meaning of that for some time. 

Most of her words I am sure I have lost in time, though some still ring in my ears now, a clear echo of her far away voice, where she told me that she thought for certain that I was "pale and ghoulish" in her dreams. As a young woman, I was more concerned of feverish dreams than their meaning at all, but sometimes I wonder, if the wise woman who was known as "Yonder," was the only soul that might have saved me at all.

The same woman would warn me of a raven feather. Though this would come much later back to me much too late, I recognize that she, the dream walker, the wise, the woman with five not ocular eyes, would be my only council until my kind friend the Oracle would return. This itself is a letter for another evening however, for she called on Yonder to see if I had wandered out into the land, and I would not learn this for the better part of the age anyway.

The third oddity would come not by visitor, but song.