The village called him "owed." Not orphan, not poor - owed, like he was a debt Hollowmere had taken on the year his parents didn't come back from the flood, and every bowl of soup was a payment against a sum that never came square.
At fourteen, Rovan stops waiting to be forgiven for existing and climbs into the one place no one from his village has ever been foolish enough to go: the Floating Mountains, where islands of stone and green drift among the peaks, guarded by creatures the Arubians call the sky sovereigns.
He doesn't find treasure. He finds something rarer - a half-grown, half-wild creature that needs him as much as he's ever needed anyone, and a strange black stone that asks a question he doesn't yet have the words for.
He came back a stranger to the boy who left. The village noticed. The mountain isn't finished with him yet.
A quieter story from the world of the Nyenir Chronicles - about the ones history usually forgets to mention.