Skyward Login Lake Mills Novels & Stories

Remy (grinning sharp): “They’re about to.” Kael kicks his board and shoots upward. Kael (shouting back): “First official class is tomorrow at dawn: Advanced Sky Rebellion 501. Try not to be late. The void hates tardiness.” We don’t go to the dorm yet. We drop our boards instead. Sânge Furtună sings under my feet the second it touches the lightning rail. Remy’s right beside me, barefoot on a board made of petrified coyote claw and desert wind.