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His First Love, My Son's Grave

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 757    |    Released on: 06/06/2025

axwell had knelt before m

He'd heard stories of my tribe, of our connection to the land, our ability to heal and restore b

rit Guide" in training. To ful

quiet ceremonies that coaxed life back into the parched

Eagle, a sign the s

end lik

other child for this family? For E

hter around his still form in my arms, th

met Sa

uld, we swore an oath. I came here to honor that. I gave you my life, my spirit. I gave

s surprisin

its would not allow it. Your family cannot bear such unearned fortune o

Eagle is gone. The debt is paid. Th

n Tucson hummed t

assage for Kay, my voice a low murmur against the city's dist

lder, his eyes hollow, handed me a

s as

ice, Ella?" he asked, his voice rasp

to my chest. It was

ed to say goodbye in that way. My goodbyes were sung through th

ople. To the mountains. It is tim

ay's essence in thi

small bundle: Kay's first moccasins, a f

n have a place to remember h

em, his ha

ce shared, intending only to gather my few personal belong

and tinkling. His, a l

d the d

here Kay was conceived, where h

between her fingers. Kay's turquoise amulet, now reset into

These spirit stones... they say their power is enhanced if they're... c

witch? We have eighteen new charms Sophia's psychic made from 'blessed' ston

terrible!"

s memory, his very sp

biting into my palms. The

me standing there,

o shame. On

from Sophia, pulling the

den box. "What's that you're hugging now? More of your superstitiou

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His First Love, My Son's Grave
“For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways. My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons. Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan's past love, reappeared. She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay's sacred turquoise amulet-a protection blessed by my elders-to ensure her baby's "destiny." Ethan, blinded by Sophia's charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son's neck. Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia. My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience. Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty? Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me. But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within. Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan's soul did.”
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