When my eyes opened, it was dark. The wagon had stopped moving, and I found a cloak draped over my body.
The sky was clear, with thousands of stars scattered across its surface as though an artist had dipped his hands into white paint and decided to flick it upon this perfect painting of the night sky.
Three moons illuminated the world, each with different shapes and at vast distances from each other. One was a warm golden orb — Aurglow, I believed we'd learned in the academy. There was a tiny silver moon somewhere in the sky, brighter than the stars and shaped like a crescent. Silvertide. And the last moon, with its pale green tint that seemed to wander off on its own path, was called Verdis.
'Paying attention in class sometimes pays.'
