It all begins in the library, filled with the legends of Moss, both old and new. The whispering, gilded book on the table is your window into the world. Sit by the candlelight, reach into its pages, and help write the story of a hero in the making…
Unsurprisingly, Quill lost track of time. Endless in their wonder were the caves and springs and creatures surrounding her forest settlement. How could one not lose track of time?! That defense, of course, rarely worked on Uncle Argus. He had only one rule: be home by dusk. No exceptions. But what undiscovered treasure might she find if she went just a little farther…?
Leaving was an inevitability in Quill's mind. Her heart was simply in two different places—the forest home she’d always known, and the faraway lands of her wildest dreams.