When the sides of the moon are touched with blood, and the valleys below run deep with mud, when the mountains above us come to life, when the sea brings death and the red rocks rise, when all are faced with the deadliest foe, a mighty warrior before us will go. Where the green grass grows and the mountains rise, a hero will come with steely eyes. ****************************************** I am accustomed to all eyes following Carter. As our grandmother has said since we were small, Carter was born for big things. Born three weeks apart, we have always looked alike, but somehow the features that, on Carter, are so handsome as to turn heads, are only average on me. The golden hair and gunmetal-gray eyes that earn Carter compliments from strangers pass under the radar on me. Part of it is Carter's easy smile and friendly personality, in contrast with my silent, expressionless manner. The other part is deeper, more inexplicable. Carter was born with the soul of a hero, while I was given the destiny of sidekick, at best. Meet cousins Carter and Slater, country kids from the Colorado mountains. Country kids who's destinies are intertwined with magic and monsters and an epic battle between right and wrong.