8.2

Kataya’s POV

Elder Solomon continued with his story. I sat there, enraptured by his tail.

“My brother was a pretty cool person. I don’t say this because he was my brother. I say it because it was true.” His eyes misted. “He would take me to the lake hidden in the mountains and we would go swimming. Keep in mind he’s a good decade older than me. He taught me how to swim, how to fish. I loved spending time with him.

The day before it was going to be his coming of age ceremony. I got his necklace, and we went into the mountains one final time. We swam, but this time it was different. I hadn’t told him that the Sun God visited me in my dreams.”

My ears perked. “Really? Like you saw his face, or it was more like you heard his voice? You were sleeping, right?”

He held up his hand. “One question at a time, little one. Yes, I did. He was something else. His hair flowed down to his ankles. And the strands were gold. Not gold that we associate with metals, but a pure, untouched gold. It was blin