Prologue: The Moonwing Quest
Skye Moonwing stood before the clan Elders. It was the eve if her sixteenth birthday, and she was about to face one of the most important challenges of her young life. Like those born before her had and those younger would, she was about to undergo a journey, where was up to the Elders, but Skye was sure they would send her to different realities to learn lessons she would use the rest of her life an prove her worth. Such was the way of the Moonwing clan.
Finally the honored head of the clan stepped forward. Skye bowed her head respectfully. Her great-great-grandmother Wynd was on-hundred-and-twenty- years old, but the only outwardly indication of her age was her hair, which was as white as newly fallen snow. Other than that she looked to be no more than fifty at the most, and she carried herself with a royal grace that always-demanded attention.
Wynd placed her hands onto her descendant's shoulders. "My child, the time has come for you to carry on the clan custom. It may be days, weeks, months, or even years before you return to us: years, or even never. You are truly a special child and I speak on behalf of the entire clan when I say that I hope you pass your tests, that though you leave a child, you will return a woman, and once again take your place in this clan. Are you ready?"
Skye nodded, and saw the word around her contract, and she was a single speck of light moving at immense speeds. Suddenly the world expanded again, and she felt herself falling.
Skye Moonwing stood before the clan Elders. It was the eve if her sixteenth birthday, and she was about to face one of the most important challenges of her young life. Like those born before her had and those younger would, she was about to undergo a journey, where was up to the Elders, but Skye was sure they would send her to different realities to learn lessons she would use the rest of her life an prove her worth. Such was the way of the Moonwing clan.
Finally the honored head of the clan stepped forward. Skye bowed her head respectfully. Her great-great-grandmother Wynd was on-hundred-and-twenty- years old, but the only outwardly indication of her age was her hair, which was as white as newly fallen snow. Other than that she looked to be no more than fifty at the most, and she carried herself with a royal grace that always-demanded attention.
Wynd placed her hands onto her descendant's shoulders. "My child, the time has come for you to carry on the clan custom. It may be days, weeks, months, or even years before you return to us: years, or even never. You are truly a special child and I speak on behalf of the entire clan when I say that I hope you pass your tests, that though you leave a child, you will return a woman, and once again take your place in this clan. Are you ready?"
Skye nodded, and saw the word around her contract, and she was a single speck of light moving at immense speeds. Suddenly the world expanded again, and she felt herself falling.