'A dream…'
'I saw a dream… A dream that would never end…'
Alani thought as he gazed into the endless sky.
Snow was falling slowly, each flake drifting down like a fragment of glass, cold yet beautiful.
His breath left his mouth in a thin, misty stream, vanishing into the chill air. He tilted his head back, letting a single snowflake melt against his forehead.
Ever since he was young, he could remember one thing — one dream that returned to him over and over, no matter how much time passed.
He wanted to be a hunter.
But that had never been possible.
He clenched his fists tightly. His body had always been frail, a weak container that betrayed him at every turn.
His bones cracked too easily, his stamina faltered too quickly, and although he had been born with the gift of flame, even that was pitiful flickering like a dying torch.
He couldn't really do much at this age could he?
His father had lived and died as a hunter.
His mother as well.
