I am a Sky Whisperer.
I want to say I don’t believe it, but that would be a lie. I had always known that I was different, despite constantly trying to fit in. Terribly failing at it, of course. But despite everything, never had I imagined something like this. Somehow I wanted things to be like they were before. I guess it felt more familiar, and it was easier having the reputation of ‘WindTaker’ than being a Goddess. Well, I wasn’t one, or at least not yet, Xenthia had told me. That took some time and acceptance. I also never received any training or former knowledge of anything but being a simple village girl who worked in a bakery, making paper flowers in her spare time. But I was more than that now. I was happy about that at least.
What did Xenthia want from me anyway? By telling me this? What did she expect from me now? To perform a miracle? I didn’t in the least feel that I had any powers. Join them and leave my old life behind?
At first I presumed she came to me so that she could give me some answers about the disappearance of the wind. And then later, when she told me the story of my birthparents, I started to suspect she somehow had other things in store for me. It wasn’t just answers she was giving me. I felt like she was teaching me, preparing me, and I slowly started to think she somehow needed me. Perhaps she needed all of the Sky Whisperers’ help to generate wind, and she would train me so I could be of value to them. I was wrong. She had bigger plans for me. Much bigger plans.
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Speculative Lesfic Author Natasja Hellenthal 