“We’ll leave this place, and never help them again,” Wyler said, angrily.
Ethan stopped him.
“No, Dad, we won’t. I won’t punish the people here who I’m supposed to want to help out of anger because I didn’t get my way. An angry man lashes out, a wise man finds a solution. I spent my whole life being the former. Now, I’ll be the latter.”
This sucked, and Wyler hated it.
“If that’s your choice, Son.”
He took his hand in his because he needed it. He’d never thought he’d be turned away. For years, they all asked and begged a Blackhawk to take up their role.
Now, they didn’t want him.
A part of him believed it was because of his whiteness, and the rest out of spite.
But it changed nothing.
Ethan didn’t hate straddling both worlds anymore. Goodness came from both.
“I’ll be okay,” he said.
Would he?
He wasn’t sure.
Only, he had to keep moving forward. The universe would reveal what was meant to be when it was meant to be shown. That was all he could do.
Well, that, and work.
“Let’s go,” he said. “I’m ready to go. I have to go tell Elizabeth.”
Wyler gave his son what he needed, but there would be hell because he was an angry man, not wise. No one would hurt his son like this.
No.
One.
As they left the building, Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. Not far from him was a big, majestic raven, sitting on one of the rails of the decking.
It flapped its wings, and they were huge.
He was huge.
The air changed, and there was a wave of windchimes that floated through the trees, surrounding them.
They knew what that meant.
“Timothy is here,” Wyler said, as the bird cawed so loudly, it set off a symphony of sounds from the other birds in the trees. The birds sang to them, telling a story in their own way.
And no one moved.
Not at first.
When the big raven flapped its wings again, all the other birds took flight, filling the air around them as they flew in a pattern, circling.
But not the big bird. He stayed on his perch.
Blue black eyes met blue black eyes, and he knew what he needed to do.
