Nineteen years old, Quincy Everdan is the heir to the throne of one of the greatest kingdoms in Paralon.
But for the past eight years he has been staying with his grandmother, playing it off as a commoner to escape the demons from his past.
However...
It was a hot day in the land of Satome, the sun looked down with its penetrating gaze scalding everything in sight. A sickening heat was radiating from the parched earth, leaving the air hot and humid. But just like every other day where the heat was now commonplace for the people, the market streets which were teaming with street vendors and people of the like, bustled with life.
From his perch up above Quinn could see all the happenings of down below as well as the vivid blue of the cloudless sky above. It was a pleasant sight as the sky shrouded the town; tinted arms outstretched and fingers spread wide. The brown and grey of the building rooftops peaked as far as the eye could see leaving a stark contrast to the somewhat calm scenery.
The sardine packed buildings blocked most of the wind from going down into the market streets but sitting there upon the grey tiles of the roof Quinn couldn't help but to hear every whisper and feel every touch of the wind that rippled through his long hair.
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He closed his eyes and let his ears take in the surroundings. The calling of the seagulls and the flitting of the roof doves; the cackling of the street vendors and the treading of passing animals and carriages. All these sounds brought a smile to his face and he let out a sigh of contentment.
However, his moment of bliss was cut short when a loud voice called from below.
"Hey Quinn, you gonna stay up there all day, we got somewhere to be!" Quinn begrudgingly opened his eyes and let out a sigh, he'd just thought about taking a nap.
"Coming Toman." Standing up Quinn dusted off his pants and turned to the alley at the side of the building. He was three stories up, if only his grandmother could see him now she'd have a fit. But there was no need to worry, he'd climbed down from higher places before and this was a piece of cake compared to the rest.
There was a window just below the roof of the building that was always left open, so using the ledge as a lever he swung down and hooked his feet on the base of the window. From there he'd have to swing down to the next window on the second floor; letting go of the roof the boy jumped to the second window, using the swinging doors to balance himself. Then came the hard part jumping onto the ledge of the building opposite. The distance between both buildings was as wide as four people with their arms stretched outwards standing side by side. It wasn't easy but Quinn could do it. Gathering strength in his legs he sprang forward, his feet kicking out as if running on air. As soon as his feet came in contact with the ledge he did a backward flip, his stomach turning slightly as his body's angle went downwards, and landed safely on his feet on the ground.
