Beygoma. A mythical village that was said to house a land full of greenery. A sanctuary for hybrids. A place hidden above the clouds of a really tall mountain whose harsh cold winds froze your bones to solid ice in seconds. That's not what Valt said. The thirteen-year old elytrian shoved a map into their father's hands before he left, and said getting there was easier than what the tales have told. "You'll see it when you get there," he said. Well, wasn't that very helpful at all. Note: Please make sure to read the NOTES Chapter before proceeding to the Prologue, I promise it will be worth it.