AZEL’S STORY
The tunnels beneath the Workshop were vast and abandoned. It was easy enough to avoid other Carpenters if I wanted to, and I did want to. Just as I had months before, I had run away from my friends and family to find refuge in this place.
For weeks, I had succeeded in avoiding Po and Reagan. I’d also avoided Iris, Yokel, Pathfinder, and Windrunner, and most of all, Roc. He would never understand. He would never see me the same way again. I didn’t want to lose my best friend.
For weeks, I wandered listlessly, trying to come to grips with my inner turmoil. I couldn’t escape to my mind temple, the most sacred of my sanctuaries. The darkness still waited.
For weeks, I searched for a way to understand my place in this world. To understand what I was meant to do, meant to be. Bu
