Chapter 1 , pg. 1

 Athera sits upon a ruined building deep within the Fool's Teeth. Her pen swiftly makes notes in her leather bound journal. What were these citadels for?What was their purpose? As she jots down more questions as she thinks back. About three years ago they had descended to the surface powered by an unknown force. The bottoms were covered in beautiful shining multifaceted crystal. Athera had methodically and meticulously catalogued all of them. She travelled across the known world. She felt like she had no home now. Athera sighed. After her father had disappeared she had never given up hope that she might find him. She had been searching for so long. So long in fact she felt like she didn't belong anywhere these days. She shakes her head she mutters to herself "Back to work"

 These citadels are curious things. Large castle walls contain magnificent golden hued cities, but completely empty of life. The buildings contain nothing. People had flocked to them in droves when the earth started shaking. The citadels were surprisingly stable something to do with the crystals perhaps? Each city was exactly the same with the same arrangement  of buildings roads and parks. In the center was a strange twin spire. The buildings weaved together to a singular point with no obvious entrance or exit . I have traveled to ten of these such citadels and the same spire is completely sealed. 

 She brushes aside a strand of strikingly blue hair. One by one her companions and friends had stayed behind in these citadels. They  had met someone or they just really liked it there. They wanted to settle down. She had heard it all. Each was a loss and a sad goodbye. Only Rook had stayed with her. She smiles to herself. His curiosity and sense for adventure rivaled hers. She again looks down at her book again. Why had this one failed? It has crashed into a mountain side. She glances up from her book. From her camp she can see the buildings and debris that littered the valley. Again she looks down to write "Athera" She hears a shout she ignores it and starts to write.
"Atheraaaaaaaa" again and again
 As she writes furiously a small black and quite furry head violently knocks her pen aside it travels into a long line across the page and off the book..
"Hey HEY stop" Athera exclaims in a frustrated tone.
"Why are you ignoring me??" The black cat asks
"And why do you keep making scratches in that thing. I can help if you need." He reveals his paw and his sharp claws. Athera pushes it away.
"Hey I like scratching to!" He says. " Nicademus had a scratching post do you remember that?? We both scratched it like crazy all night. You were so mad " He smiles and laughs revealing his teeth two of them were slightly longer then the rest.

 Athera stands up and brushes herself off. Her form is lithe and agile from the countless days on the road. A mess of blue hair falls across her back. A child of the moon would have either black or stark white hair that is except me she thinks. Her strange glowing eyes that had no pupils scan the horizon. She pointedly looks down at the feline cleaning himself. " Have you found anything of use yet?" Athera asks with a hint of frustration. Rook looks to the crumbling city. "Other then those bones over there that you keep bringing to me" She gestures to the pile rolling her eyes as she speaks. Rooks eyes light up "Aren't they wonderful??" He says as he jumps over to examine his treasures. "This one a bird dropped and this one I found under a strange rock that moved. Well it could have been a snail but still its amazing and"
"Rook" Athera interrupts.She puts her hands together in a pleading motion. Her ears flop down as her tail swishes between her legs "Please"
"Yes Yes I found something but you didn't seem interested at the time" Rook says as he puts his button nose in the air. "But I'm not telling you. I'm just going to stay here with my things they appreciate me at least" He curls into a little ball pouting the whole time.

Athera sighs. Squinting her eyes at the wind and tugging her dark vest covering a loose undershirt. The vest had been a gift from her father when she came of age. A beautiful painted butterfly adorned the back. Its wings a sparkling blue and gold at the ends. She wipes the dust off her black slacks. She smiles suddenly
"Not even for a makkara?" she asks. Rooks ears twitch and his tail starts to swish he is unable to contain his excitement.
"Ok well I guess I will just have to eat them all myself and give the rest to Wildfire" She starts to walk away. She is halfway to her horse when she hears "WAIT!" Rook screams as he bounds down the hill to her. Athera smiles to herself smugly. Too easy she chuckles. She looks off at the dim sun collecting her thoughts. She thinks back to when they met.