Aevus slipped out of his family"s house to find a few moments of solitude. It was the day he would be leaving the surface of his world forever.
The Borial sun was already rising over the distant purple hills, lighting the sky into glowing oranges and pinks. The dawn air was chill as he breathed it in. The birds were calling as they had done every day of his life, and as they would continue to do once he was gone.
The rolling line of the hills – like a stringed musical instrument lying on its side, he always thought – was utterly familiar. Most of the time he paid the scene no attention; the hills were simply there. Now he studied them intently, trying to commit every detail to memory. The hills had framed his life, provided the setting in which he"d existed. He would still be able to s
