Rowan

I could’ve kissed the ground at the rocky, wind-swept beach when our boat finally reached the small port of Red Lakes. The journey had been the most difficult thing I had ever done, and I was sure I was going to die at least twice before we finally saw the rolling hills and snow-capped mountains of Red Lake’s territory in the distance.

The precious cargo, our solar panels, had made the journey unscathed. We hadn’t lost a single crewman, and our boat was ...