POV: Kenny

“They keep asking what I will become, no one asks what the world needs.”

The air in the high clearing feels like a stretched drumhead.

I stand between Mama and Papa, but even though their shoulders are solid and their spells are humming, I feel a different kind of vibration.

It isn't coming from the mages hiding in the treeline or the cold, heavy shadow of the Void watching from the cracks in the sky but from the dirt beneath my boots.

I can hear the land breathing quietly ...