Once more Nyra was in the air and the bright green stars erupted across the tunnels. Again there were gasps.
And although it would have been right to picture Mother, to picture Blaze, to picture home, Cousin Jesoam loomed in her head. There was a moment of a million moments where Jesoam explained a thing she probably knew nothing about. Nyra forgot most of them. But for reasons on the brink of implausible, one memory outshined the others through time gone and into now.
"It’s in all the great songs, cousin. Don’t you understand? There’s a time when the music must go back to the beginning. You must go back to the beginning before you reach the end. Everything starts all over. For good or for worse."
From The Waters of Nyra: Volume 1: www.amazon.com/Waters-Nyra-I-1…