Storms and Voices

  Voice of the Storm I sit quietly on an island and watch the waves and the clouds in the distance. My perch is a ring of small hills, covered in green and flowers. I learned of the island from the old ones. It reminds me of the sacred hills in Tshuan, though the hills here are much smaller. We are far from Tshuan, but long ago the kings would send their children here. Age eleven is called the age of will. At this age, a Jiku child can declare her desire to enter the guilds. The Jiku believe that the power of will grows strong at this age, strong enough to shape the body and glide on the web. Royal children would come to the Whispering Hills, a day before the age of will, and spend their last night as children, alone on the hills. They would raise their…

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