Babe, it's Gem.

Just voice-noting you because I'm so busy.

I can't even type right now.

I'm working on that big presentation for my new launch.

I'm making it on Canva Mobile like you suggested.

And it's making everything iconic.

So it's a bit noisy, babe's mabts is going off.

Anyways, I'm going to ping the presentation to you now, so you can see what I mean. Yeah, madame. Got to go, and this is Epic, Born to the Blade. Episode 8. Enjoy.

Prologue.

The raft swayed almost at mists level.

The shards and pebbles of Airstone studded into its lashed together wood frame were barely

enough to keep it in flight, and the teenage navigator was so exhausted they could barely

manipulate their blade.

The russet head dipped with exhaustion,

and the raft dipped too, but the people on board were too worn out, even to gasp.

The navigator recovered their wits and cut a quick sigil of loftiness, bringing the raft briefly

higher, but it was clear they were almost at the end of their strength. Then something did awaken

the drained emotions of the passengers.

A cry went up, first at the front of the raft, then traveling across the dozens of crowded

families.

The navigator raised their bloodshot eyes and saw, rising in front of them, the unmistakable

teared islands of Tuofi.

...