Prologue

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The sun rose slowly behind the grassy hills of Raven's Valley. The air was dry and the sky was a clean and pale grey. Even in the bad weather, the mailman, Bill Rogers, was up ere break of day to deliver every letter in his satchel. He went from house to house along the streets of Little Gem - ironically the biggest city for miles - stuffing envelopes into every mailbox. Today was a special day. Mr. Rogers would be bringing many smiles to many young people's faces. He carried big, yellow-brown envelopes among the regular letters, decorated with delicate golden ink and with a red wax seal reading: "League of the Stormriders". These are long awaited acceptance letters to the young men and women who have been summoned from the Academy of the Valley to fill a role in one of the various ships departing for the season.

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