Backstory: Sometimes our path in life chooses us instead of the other way around. I always knew I would be a healer. I do not remember the first time I considered such a life, but I do remember with clarity the first time the thought of any other life crossed my mind. It was at the height of summer in my fifteenth year on a trek with my father to a remote cottage where we would be checking up on a patient of his. My father, Josemarak Edreck, along with my mother Adillin Edreck, was the healer for our region of the world. Like me, he was raised to know the profession. Generations of Edrecks have carved the path that both my parents followed. By my adolescents I was a skilled assistant having attended deaths, births and recoveries, I was considered to be well on my way toward following my f