“Best be gett’en ready for the reckoning,” mumbled the old crone. Nana was the matriarch of an enormous clan, and folks were used to her talking to herself.
“Nana, why in heaven do you insist on talking about something that’s never going to happen?” her daughter asked.
“For nearly eighty years, you have been saying we need to get ready—ready for what? We’ve had no wars or other catastrophes, yet you insist we get ready for the reckoning,” grumbled her eldest.
Nana Wicks remained silent, fearing she would provoke an insurrection if she voiced her thoughts.
The next day, Nana collected an enormous Sun Lilly from the garden. “Nana, that thing is too big to sit on the table,” said her granddaughter.
“Ain’t for the table, time for the reckoning,” she said as she marched out the front door.
The crone walked to an open field where she stood, looking at the sky. “What in tarnation is the crazy old woman doing now,” remarked her son.
They soon had their answer when a sky-ship landed softly next to her. A young girl came to help Nana on the ship. Moments later, they were floating high above the forest.
“Won’t be long, Nana. This wind is strong. We should reach the Elder Tree soon,” said the young pilot.
“Not in no rush, Lad, been dreading this my whole life,” remarked Nana.
The sky-ship touched down on the edge of the peak. Tessa held Nana’s arm, guiding her to the surface while the pilot secured the ship.
“Just get me to the edge child. I can manage the rest,” said Nana.
Approaching the Elder Tree, Nana Wick’s body trembled, knowing no one can hide the truth from the tree.
Nana placed her hand on the tree. “Been a lifetime of sorrow and hardship. I own it all. You can see what’s in my heart, so pass your judgment. I won’t fret if it’s damning,” she said.
Nana closed her eyes. She felt the warmth of the sun on her back. She sensed the love of her kin, and was overwhelmed by the love of the Elder Tree.
“I have seen many sunrises and sunsets, each as amazing as the last. You have lived in the sun’s light. You shall be rewarded for your faith in goodness and the kindness you have shown all,” said a voice.
“I have lived in fear. That fear has a weight heavy on my heart,” said Nana.
“Release it now and go in peace; the reckoning is done, and all debts are paid,” said the tree.
Nana laid the Sun Lilly at the tree’s base and returned to the sky-ship. “Shall we head back?” asked the pilot.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some time among the clouds.” The matriarch asked.
“Not at all, Nana. It’s a fine day for surfing the clouds,” remarked the young man.
Later, Nana retired to her bed. Growing drowsy, she whispered, “Time to go home.” Then she closed her eyes and smiled.
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