The Wind Singers "Can you hear it?"
"I hear it. What is it?"
"It is the heartbeat of the universe, the pulse of life."
"Is it always this slow, this quiet?"
"No, child; sometimes the beat grows loud and fast, and when you hear the pounding, you should stop and pay attention, because that is when things move the most, and that is when you must find your place in the world "
Click. Click. Click. The noise was almost musical, the gentile tap of curved wooden wind singers one against the other, ringing gently across the mountain top temple like a louder echo of the falling rain. He could see her up there at the summit, eyes closed, listening to the song, armed only with that blade staff she and her kind seemed to favor. Primitive weapon, for a primitive people, he thought, mouth twisting in a cruel smirk as he climbed steadily up the slope. A pity, really; he had hoped for a challenge, something more than a girl armed with a stick. But he w