Any other night he would have welcomed the crash of thunder rolling across the forest floor and tapping on his eardrums , but the lightning off in the distance only reminded Ravi that somewhere beyond his line of sight his brother fought on the front lines of a war for a reason long forgotten. It is only a matter of time before a messenger came from the battle to tell his family that Zeb wasn’t going cross back over the horizon and greet then as he had in the past. That left Ravi as the eldest child and next in lane to the throw at seven generations. He wasn’t ready. But fate wasn’t going to spare him simply because he wasn’t done with childhood yet.