The soft breeze lifted some strands of hair off her face as she rode her horse through the narrow pathway between the tall trees. This was her only chance and she mustn't miss it. If her mother was going to die, she'd better tell her everything she had been keeping in her mind for a long time.

As Luana kept moving, she remembered her last days in her Father's house as a soldier. Strong and brutal. Loyal and hardworking. Never taking no for an answer. Images of the evening she had just arrived from the battleground clouded her mind. Her twenty-one-year-old self just returned from war.

"Father, I'm back." She...