Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to Tamora Pierce.

Sorry this is short, later chapters should be longer.

Prologue:

A baby abandoned on a doorstep. A murder of Stormwings sweeping down, taking the baby. Stormwings love children. Naming the baby girl Nellie. Raising Nellie, loving her.

***Fifteen years later***

"Nellie!"

Aunt Lottie's screeching voice filled my ears and caused me to wince. "Auntie, please don't screech. It hurts my ears."

In a softer voice, Auntie continued, "Nellie, we have a special surprise today now that you're 15." She dropped a bundle at my feet. I reached down and picked it up. It was a piece of cloth, formed into a wide cylinder and another piece that consisted mainly of straps and a piece hanging of them. "Ok. Thank you. What are they?"

"Clothes!"

"What are clothes?"

"Humans wear them to cover themselves. That there is a loincloth and that is a breastband. We decided you should wear them."

"What are humans? Why should I wear clothes?"

"Nellie, you are a human. You are not a Stormwing; you hove no wings, no steel. We found you in a human city when you were a baby. We love you like our own but you can never truly be one of us."

I didn't understand why she was telling me this. "What do you mean?"

A sympathetic look crossed her face. "I mean you have to learn to interact with your own kind. You could be a great alliance between Stormwing and human! Humans are hostile us because of the rogue Stormwings who attacked them twenty years ago. They attack us because they fear us. You can teach them that we are not ho be feared!"

I understood what she wanted me to do. I didn't look forward to it but if it meant that these humans who attacked us would stop, than I would do whatever it took. "Ok Auntie. I'll wear clothes. I'll represent the Stormwings to these humans." I looked down at the clothes, "Do you know how to put these on?"

She showed me what to do. Once I was clothed, she clicked her tongue and stated, "Now. For your training."