Idiots and charlatans told Likai having an old soul was a blessing. The wise ones shook their heads with compassion and instead said it was a curse. On the night with the moon that looked like a scythe or a grin, depending on one’s disposition, Likai discovered it was neither and both.

And, with so many things in life, what one person considered a blessing, another considered a curse. She had yet to give any weight or thought to such matters. Likai had weightier matters on her mind.

She was still deciding whether or not she had a soul at all.