Prophecy's Promise (Prophecy of the Edges Book 1) by Lauren Amundson Page B

I asked. “She had blonde hair. Is she still around?”
    “We didn’t really play with many girls. You were always quite the tomboy.”
    “Must have been a friend at the Keep,” I said and quickly changed the subject. But it did not make sense. I definitely remembered this girl in this village. It couldn’t be a coincidence. She must have had something to do with the accident and that’s why her image burned into my memory.
    When we reached the inn, Euan’s mother greeted me with a whoop and a bone-crushing hug. I did not remember her or her husband or Euan’s older brother, Owin. But they all seemed excited to see me, so I feigned recognition.
    That night, we dined right next to the fire, in the most honored spot. We would have expected to sit there, regardless, given Altis’s station, but it was for me and not him that we were placed there.
    “You remember much more than I thought you would,” Altis whispered to me when Euan left the table to help his parents in the kitchens.
    “I only remember Euan, but I didn’t want to tell him.”
    “Interesting,” Altis said, considering me for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say more, but he turned back to his meal.

Chapter 11
    Early the next morning, Altis and I set off for The Edge. Euan had the day off, so he acted as our guide. I'm not sure what I expected The Edge to look like. When it had been hidden by the wall, I could only see patches through the trees, but now that it had eaten past the wall, it was completely exposed. Up to The Edge, each blade of the dew-covered grass danced to the same pattern, shaking itself beneath the golden rays of the early morning sun. I parted my feet as far as I could without losing balance and stared at the grass under me and then turned to stare at the grass behind me. The unending pattern reminded me so much of the ebbs and flows of Mist. I didn't want to turn back and look at the phenomenon that had stolen my happily boring life and had thrust me into this new life. The grass waved with its brothers and then was—nothing. There were flashes that I could remember of my old life and this field was in many of them. I hadn't grown up more than a half mile from where I stood now, but this familiar field was marred with, not blackness, not emptiness. Nothing.
    “This field used to stretch toward a huge wall,” Euan explained. “Easily a hundred feet in the air. Ancient. Made with techniques that our people had forgotten. About five months ago, the wall was eaten by... whatever this is.” He waved his hand along the expanse.
    It wasn't fair that the setting of some of the few childhood memories I had was being eaten away. We stood upon a hill. For reasons beyond my memory, I had felt called to this spot. Maybe I’d played here as a child? It certainly held some significance. But, regardless, it too would soon be eaten by The Edge. I felt a real connection here. Like I was woven to this spot. Like the Guardians themselves sent that Mist Apparition so I could be here on this day on this hill.
    I looked to my left, into the nothingness where I used to run as a girl back when the grass continued. I remembered trees east of this clearing that butted up to the ancient wall that hid The Edge, the one Euan had mentioned. Euan, the girl with blonde hair, and I would pick dozen of apples—as many as we could hold. Today, there was no wall and there were no trees. It had all crumbled into the nothingness. Now only the empty prairie remained.
    “Knowing and seeing are two different things,” Altis said. “I just didn't expect this.”
    “I remember the wall.” My words sounded distant and aged to my ears. “There was more here.” The men assumed that I meant more earth, more planet, more grass. But there was something bigger than that. Bigger than any of us. Something infinitesimal and beyond my comprehension surrounded me, but I did not have the eyes to see it. I could only feel it, deep down where the power to weave came