Prologue.
Her hand, being so gently yet so cruel, touched the young boy’s azure soft hair as she knelt down to his exact height to strike a deal with him.
The little boy wondered back into the grand Chinese palace that had rested on a tall mountain with millions of tiring stairs. It was almost time for the sun to set, and almost time for dinner to be prepared.
His father was sought to be standing in a balcony as he saw the lanterns light up over his entire empire. ‘'Father,'' Summer interrupted his peace and quiet, " Who was that strange woman with the clear wingy things?’ Summer asked to his father standing tall, but