Quack, quack, quack~
The ducks waddled through the gate of the fenced yard, happily returning to their familiar home.
Feng Ying set down the bundle on her shoulder and sighed that she was finally home.
Yu lifted the brim of her conical hat and looked at the thatched mud house. Bored, she leaned against the stone wall, took out a thin stick, and whittled it into an arrow shaft. After shaving it a few times, she held it up to her eye for a careful inspection, diligently crafting feathered arrows with crude tools.
"Ying, do you still remember what happened in the dream?"
She shaved the shaft twice, then turned to look at Feng Ying, who was repairing the broken fence gate.
Feng Ying paused slightly.
"I remember. The sky and earth were filled with fire. There was a divine dragon larger than mountains. The dragon held up the heavenly fire and turned into mountain peaks. There was a goddess in the ice—her dragon horns, dragon ears, and dragon tail were beautiful. I... I didn't dare look into her eyes."
Yu, who was working on the arrow shaft, froze at her words. She had not expected the freckled girl to know so much. At this point, it seemed her own origins were becoming harder and harder to untangle. Forget it. She would take one step at a time.
She looked up at the dark clouds and thick mist drifting overhead, trying to piece together the images she remembered.
Feng Ying busied herself clearing the clutter from the yard. Later, she still had to go into the mountains to pay respects at the graves.
Earlier, she had dared to spear people to death like fish with a bamboo spear in the mountains. Yet once she returned to her familiar home, she