Before the story begins, close your eyes for just a moment. Imagine a boy who has never been chosen for anything, standing at the edge of a cliff so high the clouds curl around his ankles like old cats. Imagine that the world below him is burning, not with fire, but with forgetting. And imagine that the only thing standing between the last memory of a dying world and total darkness is a cracked compass, a girl who speaks to wind, and a boy who was told his whole life that he was nothing. That boy's name is Cael. And this is the story of how he rose.
