I looked out the window of the bus and there was Nana standing on the platform with her hands on her hips. Nana was short compared to everyone else but me, about five foot two. She stood like she was ten feet tall, with her steel gray eyes flashing a warning to all who would meet her gaze. I felt very protected when I was around her. Nana didn't have much use for children. She thought they were a bother. She didn't have much use for most adults either, but she picked me to teach and for that I am truly grateful. Learning things from Nana was different from anything else. She gently guided me into a world where magic was as simple and commonplace as sitting down to a meal, enjoying a gentle breeze in the afternoon, or bathing in the dancing light of an evening fire. She led me on a journey where I found that the wonders of the "Old Ways" opened my life and granted me gifts to powers beyond my wildest imagination.