Then they rose into the air, drifting upward like dust motes caught in a sunbeam, and they scattered across the sky, heading for the stars, heading for the worlds that had once been theirs, heading for a future that Kaelen could not see but could believe in. Mira stood beside him, her hand on his arm, her breath catching in her throat. "Where are they going?" "Home," Kaelen said. "Wherever that is." The days that followed were quiet.
