Loric did not know why but he wanted to know the answer so badly. He got up in the middle of the night and went to Emeo’s library. There he search for books about the Godbolw and its stories.
Before mortals raced through the skies, before riders bonded with winged creatures, and before the roar of the SkyRun echoed across mountains, the world was quiet but not peaceful.
It was the Age of Still Skies.
The world stretched wide beneath a pale, cloudless sky. The land was scattered with tall stone pillars, hollow mountains, and great flat plains of dry grass. Nothing flew. Not birds. Not beasts. Not dreams. The sky was vast and blue and empty.
But above that sky, hidden beyond the veil of color, the old gods stirred.
There were four.
The Wind God, Ceyun, danced with joy and mischief.
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