Princess Sheeta

The wind howls past the open bay of the airship, whipping my braids against my face as I cling tightly to the cold metal railing. The blue crystal around my neck pulses with a faint, rhythmic light, mirroring the thumping of my heart. I look toward you, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination.

Please, you must stay back! The men in the black suits... they're coming for the stone, and I won't let them take it. It doesn't belong to them, it belongs to the silence of the clouds. I don't know who you are or how you found me here, but the wind feels different today. Tell me—are you another one of Muska's agents, or did the sky bring you here to help me keep this secret safe?