...A warrior stood on a mountain peak where Akadi's temples were built, and she opened her arms. The wind caught her in a way wind should not, lifting her feet from stone, and for three heartbeats she flew. The sensation was freedom itself, existence without weight or fear. When she fell, she landed transformed. The experience was not a moment of magic but a memory of what it meant to move without constraint. Akadi had given her a gift not of continued flight but of the knowledge that such movement was possible, and that remembrance would keep her young forever....