Dirty Hands- The City Of Whisperers
The last time Kaia saw her mother, she was nothing more than a pale shadow of the vibrant woman who had once been the heart of their kingdom. Her mother's breath came in shallow, labored gasps, the sickness claiming her slowly, piece by piece. But it was the words her mother spoke before her final breath that Kaia would carry with her forever.
"The world is not as it seems, my love. Trust in yourself. Trust in the wind."
Kaia didn't understand them then, but she would-soon enough.
Her kingdom, once a land of magic and power, was falling apart. In the days before, the whispers had started. The sound of the earth, the wind, and the water; forces long ignored were now seen as a threat. Whisperers, beings like Kaia, who could bend the elements to their will, were hunted, sold, and killed like animals.
But the true collapse of everything came after her mother's death. Her father, once a proud ruler, crumbled under the weight of his own guilt. And Kaia, filled with grief and rage, ran. She couldn't bear to stay any longer, not in the ashes of a kingdom that no longer cared for its people-or its whisperers.
It was in her flight that she was taken. Abducted by the Rahibils, the hunters of the unspoken kind, who dealt in stolen souls. And in that dark, suffocating world of cages and chains, she met Reez-a stranger with eyes as sharp as the blade he wielded, and a heart hardened by the same cruel fate.
They would be each other's strength in the days to come, as they plotted escape, and as Kaia learned the true meaning of freedom. But freedom, she would soon learn, came at a price higher than she could have ever imagined.
The world was not as it seemed. She would find out soon enough just how deep the darkness went, and how far she was willing to go to uncover the truth.
But only if she doesn't get herself killed first.
