The children listened in mortal fear and vowed to
escape that very night.
To the stars above the coast a comet without her
colors rose and began her three day flight around the
Land of Lin, carried as ever by the wings of the West
Wind. The cub at her side felt her go missing before he
awoke. Shedding a single teardrop as he slept, the little
lion fell off his bed of moss on the turtle’s back and
crashed into a hard world of dark water, headfirst.