is a weekly serial. While it is a work of fiction, it has elements from both my own experiences and stories I’ve heard from various people. The characters, while in some cases inspired by real people, aren’t directly modeled on anyone in particular. I expect there will be inconsistencies and factual errors. I don’t know where it is going, and I’ll probably forget where it’s been. Why am I doing this? To give me an excuse and a deadline for some creative writing and because I thought people might enjoy it. Gozatu!<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\u201cEz dakit,\u201d replied Maite. \u201cI\u2019m not sure. But it\u2019s better than just sitting on our asses and waiting for the next bubble to appear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa nodded. He knew how Maite hated inaction, hated just sitting around while things moved around her. She needed to feel some level of control or things would just drive her crazy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sara was a bit different from most Basque towns he had been to. It didn\u2019t seem to have a plaza like he was used to, with the traditional church, fronton, and bar. There was a fronton – an open air structure that was in contrast to the enclosed ones he was used to playing in – but it was just laid out differently. Maite walked the streets with determination, but Kepa wasn\u2019t sure what she was really looking for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They eventually came upon a cemetary full of funeral steeles. Maite began examining the headstones though Kepa was still confused as to what she thought she might find. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you looking for? I can help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maite shrugged. \u201cAny sign of Marina, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGiven how she died, I doubt she was given a proper burial. And we don\u2019t even know her surnames, to find her relatives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTrue\u2026\u201d began Marina as she held up her hand, which began to glow with a bright white-blue light. She closed her eyes and swept her hand in front of her, letting it swing back and forth like some kind of divining rod. Eventually her arm came to rest, pointing at one of the steeles in the back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa walked over to the steele Maite was pointing to. It was old, the stone edges crumbling and some of the engraved letters so worn that they were barely visible. But the names were clear. \u201cVicente and Clara,\u201d read Kepa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMarina\u2019s parents,\u201d remarked Maite. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI guess that means she didn\u2019t make up that part of her story,\u201d said Kepa, \u201cbut I\u2019m not sure how it helps us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s keep looking. There has to be something in this town that will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kepa shrugged. \u201cLet me try.\u201d He held up his hand in front of him, pointing just like Maite had done. He let the power of the zatia flow through his body. His arm went limp just as some invisible force took control, holding it up. It floated in front of him, sweeping around. He could feel it bouncing back and forth as it swept an imaginary arc in front of him, each time the arc getting a little smaller and tighter. Suddenly, his arm flew around, pulling and spinning him by one hundred and eighty degrees as it pointed rigidly into the woods behind the town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI guess we know where we are going next,\u201d he said as his arm fell limp next to his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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