Wind Whisperer

Day by day, Darkness grows stronger. It spreads across the land and into the hearts of many, into the minds of all who will listen. Some give in. Some fight. Some struggle to remember what is right, what they were created for, that they stand for the Poor, that they are of the Earth, that they are not a Sin Recreated. And the rest? They are swept up in the chaos with no choice but to keep moving forward. Rash can hear them, the whispers of war that spread across the land, fueled by fear and anger, and he really doesn't want to join the battle, but sit behind his desk and do his research and go home to his small house nestled in the Historic District of the Capitol, among the few remaining trees. Mitsuru doesn't hear them - but she hears the voice of Noir, of her Shadowman, loud and clear. She has to make a stand, or watch as the Realm of the Fae burns to ashes around her. And Noir? The Guardian who has been forsaken and forgotten and forced into the background? The one who wields the shadows and is closer to Darkness than any other? He very well may be the only one able to save the Realm.