Chapter 1
It was about to rain. The clouds where hanging low over the city, obscuring the mountains from view. The street vendors surrounding the temple walls began putting up their coverings, protecting their goods from the dampness. Seven floors up, next to a window in the library tower, sat Wend. He sighed as he looked down at the temple grounds.
The garden was in full bloom this spring, as the monks of the order took meticulous care of it, claiming it brought them closer to God. Beyond the vivid colours of the garden was the great wall of the temple, against which the vendors of the city often set up shop. The sprawling city
"Man, that possum sure is good at playing dead."
I rolled my eyes.
"You say that every time we pass it, dad. It's been a week. I think it may actually be dead."
"Pffft. Says you."
"Yeah, says me. For I know all."
"Ooooh, and so modest."
"Ha ha." I said sarcastically, turning away from the short, balding man that was driving. My window was rolled down, letting the breeze rush through my hair. It was a warm, mild day, perfect weather for my first day of grade twelve. My father was currently driving me the thirty-four kilometers from our house to the high school, Cromwell Private Secondary. An elite school for kids who's