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Okay... prepare yourself, it's long

PROLOGUE

Sunset.

The cat’s amber eyes, to many, looked as if they had been made out of the dying sun in the evening. There were even rumors he sat at the entrance to the cave every sunset so that the sky, painted with bright oranges and reds, would retain the fierce light in his eyes until the day he laid down when he was old and gray and walked away from the cave, into the embers. The tom was young and often touchy, but made no effort to stop the rumors. They were normally stopped anyway by the elders, who scorned young ones for talking behind the tom’s back.

There were also rumors about his bright golden pelt that seemed to ripple like the auroras when he sat in light. But even the elders said he was white-furred when he was a kit, and gained his golden color.The day he was first carried out of the cave at sunset by a queen when his eyes were still closed, his body turned to the sun and his brilliant, beautiful amber eyes opened, and the sun seemed to melt his white fur away with the purest golden.

He was joined today by a lion. The lion padded out from the cave and sat down beside the cat. “Any thoughts about the prophecy, Roe?” he growled. Roe laughed, and the sound echoed across the frozen tundra the cliff overlooked. “I’ve just started, Gratil. Give me time.” Gratil’s tail lashed and Roe looked away, watching the spurts of pink splashed across the horizon.

“The raven’s child of Epsilon shall fight the wolf of Omega, but the cat of Theta shall slay them both.” Roe mewed the prophecy very softly, and his whisper echoed faintly, very faintly, away from the cliff and the cave and carried far, far away, all the way to a small cabin in the outskirts of Fairbanks, Alaska.

CHAPTER ONE

Rain looked out on the dying embers of sunset, perched atop her favorite large rock. “Rain! Dinner’s ready!” she heard her father, Brendan, call. “Alright!” Rain shouted back, and turned back to the sunset, watching it for a few more moments. It was all very peaceful.

And then she heard a very faint, echoing noise. A soft whisper. She heard “Raven’s child,” “Omega”, and “cat of Theta,” and then the whisper was gone. “Rain!” another voice, a higher voice, called. It was close to Rain. She turned and saw her sister, Sparrow, climbing the large rock, her small hands going in and out of the grooves of the rock, pulling herself up. She reached the top quickly. Rain marveled at her little sister’s skill. She was only eleven, and Rain was thirteen, and it took her longer to climb the rock. Sparrow pointed this out to her. “I do it slowly to admire the sky,” Rain said lamely as an excuse.