Chapter 3
The encompassing darkness was soothing, like floating in a warm infinite abyss, yet it was short lived. Images of blood and tears flashed in front of me, tormenting me, making me wish that I could sink into oblivion and never return. * * * In the village of Birch Hollow it was a day of celebration for one of their own. He was on the cusp of unlocking his gift from the Goddess. Young Teaken, son of Banyon and Yewsica had just turned ten the previous day, the age at which every member of the Azulyrian nation was bestowed with the privilege of harnessing power over the elements of earth and stone. As a nation of Stone Walkers, having a special connection with these specific elements was the heart and soul of our society. It was a perfect harmony between the land and the people who nurtured it. And once you felt that first electric burst of energy flow through your entire being, to be without it would fee...