Chapter 1

The Bridge of Awareness

The bridge trembled under Caelan’s first step, the ancient wood groaning as if it knew the weight of what he was leaving behind and what he still carried in his broken heart.

Below him, a deep, shadowed chasm seemed to swallow light itself. Behind him, the village of Lyffe felt suffocating.  

His pack held everything he owned, everything he was willing to carry into the unknown. The walking stick in his grip had been his father’s… it was the only inheritance that mattered now.

There was no going back.