Tide of the Willowhawk

Warning: This story is still a work in progress. For now you may read the Prologue.

The wedding was the talk of the town, and considering the size it was no wonder. With such a small population everyone knew everyone even though few were related through blood. Grudges were short lived in a community that worked together on multiple levels.

Until this particular joining. The reason: Food. Traditionally each family had a favorite dish they passed on from generation to generation ensuring the recipes survived. Many families had countless pieces of paper written in clear crisp letters that had been tended to with care. The missing ingredient: fish. Not just any fish though but a specific kind. Normally one would simply go to market to buy enough to feed two large families.

For others, it becomes the start of something more.