Waterfall

Without hesitation she stepped upon the first large stone emerging from the water. A series of stones made a path over the pool of water and through the wall. As she walked Eda knew this journey was not just her own, but somehow her people’s too, the trespassers. The sound of the rushing water grew louder, but seemed to feed her mind and ease her with knowledge. She could not go back now and she was never meant to. This was sacred ground Chaka had said. A slow wind rippled through the moss. Leaves shimmered and then fell, circling around her as she continued to greet the waterfall. She stepped upon the last stone. Water sprayed upon her hands and face, her feet stood in a shallow puddle. Releasing balled fists, she walked through and the water overtook her all at once …