Prologue: Roshan
A young human, almost seven winters old, sat on a hilltop with his father.
"Every day, we look to the east, Roshan." Runar told the boy.
"Why, Father?"
"Because that's the way She went. We are waiting for Her to return."
"Who's She?"
"Our Myraneth Accolte. A girl of immeasurable power."
"What's Her name, Father?"
The man paused, "Her name is Alice. And She and Her friends saved your life."
This was the first time Roshan had heard his savior's name. Alice. The name was foreign to him. But he strained his memory, hard.
The name brought three others to the forefront of his mind. Manny. Sid. Diego. He remembered a glowing face with bright eyes.
Bright violet eyes.
As far as Roshan knew, his mother hadn't had violet eyes.
