Moonwake

Who has the right to breathe in the smoke of burning herbs, to light the candles and feel the gifts of the stars, the moon, the earth, and all that lives or has lived? Who can say what living being can give or take this blessing from any other?

When the gilded light of order and peace casts a long deep shadow, what is one girl to do?

When howls kiss the midnight wind, who truly hunts amid the ancient woods?

When the face of death and chaos smiles with more love and empathy than the Champions and those who uphold Sanctuary. When the lies and truth become indistinguishable, what becomes of righteousness and the struggle to live wild and free?

One life can see so much change and come to know many things, though it might not bring a tidal wave of change. One girl, one life, is enough to rain down a limitless renewal. One drop is nothing but a multitude begets a flood.

Amaya just has to find her feet in this world she has only just opened her eyes to. She has to move quickly and learn even quicker. Lest the nightsong that she has only begun to hear might be silenced forever, all before she had learned to sing it herself.