To Saoirse, every person was a wondrous and sacred creation.
Every plant, rock, tree; everything seen and unseen, was unique
and beautiful. She wanted to live in harmony with nature, and
help others to do the same- only, the latter was easier said than done.
She was the youngest- barely, of three triplets. When she finally
emerged into the world, on that fateful night while the skies were
rife with lightning and thunder; it was with a shock of bright red hair
that frightened her parents- not the raven locks her siblings had been
blessed with.
And it would go on being this way well into her adult years. She
felt odd, out of place. Even among those like her. Her own family,
the healers and wise women of Kellee. And more closely kept to
her heart, their coven.
Nevertheless, she was comfortable. Life in Kellee was of the
simplest kind. They had a routine, they were doing good- there.
True and honest good. In the recent weeks, a terrible plague had
struck down the children and the elderly alike. But they were skilled in
their craft, and the stricken had begun to heal and get better...
Or at least, so they thought.
