Prologue – Bragging Rights

Everyone in my current town had heard of the amazing flying kids.

It was practically all they ever talked about, you know, 'Max is so amazing,' or, 'Fang is SO hot,' or sometimes even, 'Iggy is TOTALLY awesome.' They often pretended that they had wings themselves, and ran around like idiots, jumping off of things and flapping their arms.

Usually, I couldn't help but think, 'You're doing it wrong.'

A lot of the kids would brag about how they had tickets to see the next air show. How they were gonna sit in the front row and maybe say hi to the flock. Maybe catch a feather or two.

Not me or AJ. Or any of the others. We had to keep all hush-hush.

'Cause little did they know, but we were going to have the best seats in the house.