A/N: first, allow me to assure you that I do not own Hawksong, nor any other book in the series. second, allow me to assure you that while I may update sparotically I never give up on my stories ever. that being said, if I haven't updated in a while, feel free to bug me about it :)
I have never known anything but death and fear, nothing outside of rejection, scorn and the bite of a blade. Legend says that my people were descended from a girl by the name of Alasdair and each of us is gifted with the second form of a bird. Or feathers are as natural to us as our human forms, flying easier than walking. The royal family takes the form of a golden hawk always, but even the lowliest present can shift into a bird of some sort.
I cannot.
I, Iolana Shardae, eldest daughter of out Tuuli Thea, have no wings. I, the heir to the avian throne, am an outcast among my people.
They were told I had died when I was eight.
In truth, I was banished to no-man's territory; My mother held no affection for a wingless daughter.
Now I have become a myth, a shadow. I fight against those serpiante that dare to attack me.
They are a people blessed with the second form of snakes and against them my people fight a war that has long sense lost meaning. They attack me because I have the build of an avian, light, high boned, and graceful, but mostly, they attack because I possess the molten gold eyes of a Shardae. Avians attack me out of fright because I appear a ghost to them.
I don't care who attacks me really. I defend myself all the same.
I rarely lose.