Chaper 47: portal space
He was eighteen when he first broke the moon. Eighteen when his whole world seemed to end and begin again. Eighteen when he first earned the name Cloudmaker. It’s funny how at the time, he’d felt both so unsure of himself and so certain of everything. Even life as he knew it went down the drain, Kai still walked with a certain assurance upon his shoulders. No matter what the Realms threw at him, now matter how insecure he actually felt, he still had this belief in himself.
It’s a decade later, and Kai still feels that insecurity tugging at him. He still feels out of place, out of his league, out of his element. And yet here he stands, clenching a shattered wand within his hand as he floats aimlessly through portal space on a cloud. There’s a splinter running through his body, moonrock given way to raw lunar that’s spilled forth from the shattered moon glyph within the palm of his hand.