Prologue

Listener

Listener was tired of flying. They had been flying ever since it happened. The thing that seemed to shake the earth. The thing that seemed to scorch the ground. News had reached them about the earthquake. Could it have been caused by it? Listener thought. She looked at Queen Vigilance. She looked… worried, grateful, hopeful and scared. She looked at Whiteout and Thoughtful. Her Thoughtful. Or at least, that's what she thought. She would never forget when the love of her life turned out to be with Wierdout, the least likely candidate for true love, at least so soon. She found it before me.

Professor Truthfinder looked at her. HEY. Stop digging around in here! At least I don't listen to whomever I please! Listener thought.

"Your name might suggest otherwise." Truthfinder snorted.

"As long as we're talking, perhaps I should inform you as to what's going on, as you seem to not be keeping up with the events around you, except for with her." Truthfinder gestured to Whiteout. "We have made an alliance with the SkyWings. They will give us the space on an Island they have spotted, and never record it, so we keep our mystery, in return of killing any Animus we ever come across in the tribe." She stared dubiously at Whiteout and Thoughtful. That promise might not be well maintained, after the world forgets where we are. Queen Vigilance thought.

"The new home is only temporary." The Queen explained. "As soon as we find a good place to live with no major threats, we shall move their at once."

"I SEE IT!" someone shouted. Listener looked at the Island doubtfully. There was not much of a forest, a big, black beach with a formidable boulder on it, and last of all… a smoldering Volcano.

Great. Listener thought. Oh, I mean, uh, an amazing, smoldering island of death and fire! She continued after Truthfinder gave her a hard look. Listener didn't know much about this island, but she did know one thing already. That this island would be the fall of the NightWing tribe.