"They say the city burned before it ever fell.
A whisper in the shadows, a boy with a feather - and the sky that never turned blue again."
Corin ran.
The ground shook beneath his feet.
Flames cast dancing silhouettes over walls he had once called home.
He saw the tower.
He saw the blood.
"How could it come to this...?"
In his hand: a black feather.
In his ear: a whisper that would not stop.
No one remembered when it began, but everyone knew how it ended.