You’re a bird. “Sometimes.” You’re a Changer. “Yes.” Gifted. “Yes.” Like me. “Like you.” He hesitated. “Do you see now? Do you understand?” I stared at him blankly, lost in the maze of my unconnected thoughts. I didn’t understand at all . . . but I knew one thing. You were the eagle in the forest . . . in Corvyn. “Yes.” You were injured. You had an . . . arrow . . . sticking out of your chest. “The light helps me change, and change heals me. I just had to make it until dawn. When I changed from eagle to man, you were still lying there beside me.”
