When Fara opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was not the blaring traffic outside, but rather the lack of it. In its place were the sounds she was used to- birdsong, whispering leaves and, most wonderful of all, the Cry. It seemed so close, so tantalizingly near, that Fara ran at the cage mural in frustration. But instead of feeling the cold bars slam into her body, she found herself falling through swirling color and light.
Her paws touched the ground again, but this time, the rough concrete concrete had gone, replaced por smooth rock, carved por wind, rain, ice and time. To her surprise,...
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