Eteima Mathu Naba Part 2 ⟶

The river roared. The sky turned the color of old blood.

A deep, guttural sound rose from the stones beneath the black water. the river spoke. “But this time… alone.” Eteima Mathu Naba Part 2

On the far shore, she turned.

Eteima walked across the dry riverbed, Mathu Naba breathing again on her shoulder. Behind her, the veil sank slowly, turning into white water lilies. The river roared