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It was unsurprising that Ezekiel would be the sum of the ghosts in his families lineage. He had come from things feral and savage, come from men who had gone mad and turned on their beloved, women who had killed their own children. He was not made to be sculpted as so much as he was chipped into something new and beautiful from an old statue. Away fell the sickness that had claimed his grandfather, away fell the weakness that lingered in his grandmother’s heart, and even further came scars from demons and feathers and wisdom from ravens, experience from a warrior of a time forgotten and another who would have been her enemy, and still further the most terribly savage truths of a world that was as indifferent to suffering as it was to the struggles of life and death because it went on without end.
Ezekiel, in this broad view, was nothing remarkable. Yet he had survived and he had flourished and he had something that was perhaps the most powerful ally of all: hope. He had clung to hope searching for his sister in the depths of winter, and he had clung to hope when he had fled from her and to this strange woman. There was hope within him because he knew to let go and put his faith in God’s hands. Each decision had been a test or a reward; and now he was presented with another choice, another path, and saw it was not a question posed to him lightly. This woman, the woman who had mothered his half-siblings, she had been testing him since he had returned. He wondered if she had planned this all along.
Though he had been full of humor only moments ago, the coyote’s face changed as suddenly as a summer storm. His eyes turned sharp but not cruel, and his face took on lines that turned him into the adult he was in truth. Ezekiel had grown up a long time ago, even though he hid this fact well. Walls upon walls had to be built or else there would be room for all the fear to creep back into his heart and he could not have this. “I do,” he replied, his tone even but his eyes bright. Almost as suddenly as it had come, the seriousness had passed and he smiled again. “It’ll give be a reason to come see Nana, after all.”
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