TITLE: From the Farthest Heights
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Much like the mud that had flooded and broken her radio, Ro Kylar had a habit for sneaking into places she wasn't allowed. But unlike any other day, that same radio turned itself on.
Reining her black stallion, Onyx, from his gallop to a halt, Ro untied it from her saddle. It screeched with static as she twisted the tuning knob, searching for a steady frequency. When the static cleared, an accented male voice said, “They be looking for you.”
A tingle of fear coursed through the length of her spine. Staring at the radio, Ro felt like a teetering vase on the precarious edge of her luck. She hesitated, then turned up the volume knob and waited. No other words came. Compelled to ask, she whispered to the speaker, “Who?”
Static returned, shrieking above the murmur of wildlife in the surrounding woods. Ro adjusted the frequency until the same voice said, “ The council.”
A sudden gust of wind billowed around horse and rider, raising goose bumps along Ro’s arms. “You can hear me? How?” she asked.
The wind grew stronger, spreading a heavy fog across the dirt lane ahead and behind them. When she looked down, Onyx’s legs and ground beneath had disappeared. Her horse flicked his ears back and forth nervously.
Ro stiffened, sucking in a quick breath, at the sound of rustling leaves. A large hawk sprung from the brush in a flurry of feathers. It keened and flew at Onyx.
He whinnied and bolted, throwing Ro from her saddle.