As the cold iron met the wood, a violent tremor rippled through the earth. High above the canopy, the invisible ceiling began to splinter. With a sound like a thousand ringing bells, the sky cracked open. Huge, jagged shards of blue and violet glass shattered into the air, hovering like frozen geometric clouds as the first real breeze in a century rushed into the valley.
Abigail looked up, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. The world was finally waking up, and there was no turning back.