TERRY PLACED KALE ON the windowsill to look out at the dark night. He was waiting to be changed back but more than that, he was hoping to see the glow of the fae at the edge of the woods. Would Nahtaia ever come back? Life seemed too quiet and boring already, and his future didn’t seem as bright as it once did. What was he going to do for the rest of his life? Continue with stone carving? Though that answer was more likely than any other, he missed the feeling of adventure and knew the emotion would only worsen with time. Maybe he would become a Wanderer of Jaydür.
“Kale,” Terry said. “Are you all right?”
Turning to his sister, he smiled. “I will be.”
She sat on the floor by the window, folding her arms over the sill beside her brother. “Nahtaia is good, right?” she asked, looking up at
