Prologue

This is all I know about my real mother. Her hair was white, and her eyes were gray, like the sea on a stormy day. She was one of the last of her clan and powerful for someone so young. She fought a great evil and almost won the battle. She was twenty-six years old when she died. I was a baby then. Not old enough to form a memory of her face, how she smelled…or even how her voice sounded.