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Kyra Mavros was thirteen years old when she “lost her foot,” which is a polite way of saying that a dragon ripped it off and swallowed it whole.

Two years later, she’s sick and tired of the pitying glances. Determined to regain her mobility and protect others from a similar fate, Kyra sets her sights on joining the Huntresses: deadly warriors equipped with solar-powered wings and a taste for dragon blood. After all, you don’t need both feet to fly…or hunt.

When another dragon devastates her hometown of Pythila, Kyra ignores the safety brochures that insist humans without wings should avoid them at all costs. She leaps into the fight and, with her quick wit and a little luck, sends the beast packing. Impressed, the Huntresses whisk her to the floating city of Harbinger, where young nestlings must survive a grueling year of boot camp to earn their wings. But not everyone thinks Kyra deserves to be there, and they aren’t above sabotage to get her expelled. Eventually, even Kyra begins to question whether or not she could repeat the victory in her hometown.

To make matters worse, the dragon from Pythila has nursed its wounds and is back for revenge. When the beast kidnaps her brother, Kyra must rise above her classmates’ prejudice—and her own self-doubts—to rescue him…even if it means sacrificing her wings in the process. HARBINGER is a young adult fantasy complete at 87,000 words, and has series potential. It was the recent winner of the #RevPit contest on Twitter, and has been professionally edited for an online showcase on May 23rd. My editor is also disabled, and has performed a thorough sensitivity read on the manuscript. I am an associate member of SCBWI. I have also participated in National Novel Writing Month for nine consecutive years.

Thank you for your time and consideration.


Becki Fornwalt


First Five Pages:

Chapter 1

It took two words to destroy Kyra Mavros’s life.

She’d bartered passage to Cartha, the capital of the Meridian Isles, hiked to the acropolis that proudly housed the huntress’s base, ignored stares and whispers as she crutched to the central tower… all for the infamous entrance exam.

The most important day of her life. And then Admiral Phebe ruined it:

“Absolutely not.”

The twenty-six other teenagers taking the exam stopped on higher steps of the tower’s spiral staircase and stared. Although only the people nearby could have heard, it seemed like the whole building had gone silent.

Kyra couldn’t breathe. She tried to project her mother’s confidence, to recall her brother’s advice to stand tall, be proud.

It didn’t work. Her voice still cracked when she said, “I’m—I’m sorry?”

Admiral Phebe crossed her arms and looked down her long, thin nose at Kyra. “I said, absolutely not. I will not allow an amputee to test.” Wow. That word must have tasted awfully sour for her lips to pucker like that.

“Told you,” that awful boy, the one who’d teased her outside, muttered, shooting Kyra a smug look from five steps up.

Kyra’s face grew warm. Her palms were slippery on the wooden grips of her crutches, but she forced herself to meet the admiral’s haughty gaze. This woman held Kyra’s dream in her hands. And the window of opportunity was closing fast.

She mounted a defense.

“I am not my disability,” Kyra managed, feeling like she’d swallowed cotton. She’d never been more aware of her crutches than that moment, except maybe the day she’d gotten them. “I’ve been practicing. I can do anything they can.”

The admiral raised an eyebrow. “Really. Anything? On crutches, you can cross the bridge strung between our towers? You can run laps as fast as the other hopefuls? You can fight a beast without weapons?”

Yes. Maybe not as fast as the normal teenagers, but Kyra knew she could. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.

Nevertheless, the admiral would ignore whatever she said—that much was obvious. Kyra would have to prove it during the actual exam. If she was allowed to participate, she’d amaze everyone. She tossed her thick black hair over her shoulder and held the admiral’s gaze.

“Please, ma’am. You have to let me try.”

Wrong choice of words. Admiral Phebe’s eyes narrowed, and she said, “I don’t have to do anything, Ms. Mavros.”

Now their discussion was definitely attracting attention. The central tower of Cartha’s huntress base was incredibly tall, but even people twenty stories up the spiral staircase leaned over the railing to watch the exchange. During initiation week, groups of hopeful fifteen-year-olds were a common sight, but surely, none of them stopped to argue with the admiral.

A few people even leapt off the staircase to swoop lower, as if they might hear better from five stories than twenty. In that moment, Kyra wished huntresses were normal people, not winged warriors. Eavesdropping was so much easier for someone who could fly.

Admiral Phebe turned to the other potentials and snapped her fingers. “Eyes on me,” she said, as if they weren’t already staring. “Who can tell me what a huntress’s purpose in the Realm is? Anyone?”

A dark-skinned girl raised her hand. “Huntresses protect humanity from the dragons.”

“Correct,” the admiral’s voice was curt. “And why can’t the normal citizens protect themselves?”

Now that terrible boy from earlier replied, “Because no long-distance weapon can pierce a dragon’s scales. To kill one, you have to get close.” He was still smirking at Kyra, a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Exactly.” With a swoosh, Admiral Phebe snapped open her wings. The teenagers on the staircase gasped, and one girl squeaked in excitement.

Like the others, Kyra couldn’t help admiring them. Her father had luminoid wings like hers too, although his elliptical wingspan had been shorter and rounder, created for sharp turns and quick takeoffs.

Still, hers were exquisite, thousands of lavender feathers spread into a wingspan easily five meters in width. The luminoid material glowed softly in the sunlight that streamed through the tower’s open windows. A glint of the titanium that laced her feathers together was visible when the admiral shifted.

Admiral Phebe seemed impervious to the glamour of it all. “The Realm’s armies can fight the stupider beasts, but only huntresses can tackle the dragons on an aerial level.”

She gestured towards the mural near the tower’s main entrance.

It was titled The Battle of Cartha. On the far left, huntresses mobilized to tackle the biggest dragon onslaught in a hundred years. At the base, the dragons’ army of beasts—griffins and mermaids and werewolves and kraken—swarmed the streets and the harbor, eyes red with bloodlust, massacring humans and sinking ships attempting to flee. And towards the top of the painting was the dragons’ ruler, locked in an aerial battle against a female huntress with the only black luminoid wings.

Damara Mavros.

As Kyra stared at the battle that killed her parents, Admiral Phebe continued, “This war will only be won when all the dragons are destroyed. That is a huntress’s calling.”

Kyra tore her ice-blue eyes from the painting. Her voice sounded very small. “I know.”

“Do you? Nestlings must endure a year of physical and mental training before they earn their wings. How do you expect to pass that year with one leg?”

A few teenagers snickered, mostly the new friends that boy had made.

“The woman at the gates said I could test,” Kyra said, trying her hardest to stand tall. She could imagine her brother Astraeus offering an encouraging smile, telling her to beat the odds. But Astraeus hadn’t seen her in two years, not since before the attack.

Would he say the same now? Or would he stare at her stump and her crutches and agree with Admiral Phebe?

“The woman outside humored you because of your heritage, but I don’t believe in legacy admittance. You can’t expect to survive based on who your mother was… especially after your father’s betrayal.” The admiral folded her wings, the feathers interlocking until they compacted against her back.

How dare she? “I’m not—” Emotion surged in Kyra’s throat, cutting off her words. She hadn’t mentioned her mother to Admiral Phebe. To anyone.

But the admiral pointed at her neck, and Kyra realized a grave mistake. Her necklace, a manufactured feather hanging from a piece of twine, had fallen from under her shirt. It dangled in plain view of everyone, and the teenagers stared with renewed interest.

“A black luminoid feather from our late Champion’s wings,” Admiral Phebe said, narrowing her dark eyes. “Clever strategy.”

She thought Kyra was trying to invoke sympathy by showing off the feather. That offended Kyra more than the admiral’s earlier words about legacy admittance, and she quickly shoved the feather back under her shirt.

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Admiral Phebe held her gaze, unwavering. “Huntresses rely on their squads for support in battle, and I’m simply not confident in your ability to perform. This is life or death. I will not allow other nestlings to suffer due to your shortcomings. Go home, Ms. Mavros.”

Before Kyra could stop it, one fat tear slipped down her cheek.


“The rest of you, up the stairs. There are other potentials to test today, and we’ve wasted too much time,” Admiral Phebe snapped her fingers. It was as if she snapped everything back into motion. The kids began climbing again, and above them, huntresses leaned away from the railing or surged upwards to their intended destination.

Kyra stayed at the base of the staircase, shifting her grip on her crutches.

“You don’t need both feet to fly,” she whispered, choking back tears.

But the reply was too little, too late. The group was already two stories above her.

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I thought that the story was very interesting. You feel for the character, so the plot seems to draw you in. I can't wait to read the rest.
Written on Wed, 24 May 2017 04:56:39 by Janet
Great first line, compelling story, heart-wrenching journey. Love!
Written on Tue, 23 May 2017 22:25:06 by Raimey Gallant
This needs to be published so I can actually read the whole book!
Written on Tue, 23 May 2017 15:14:23 by Jacqueline Butler
I have actually already requested this piece (cause I'm sneaky like that), but only because RevPit clued me in to this amazing query! I'm so excited to read this piece, and I may never have found it without this contest
Written on Mon, 22 May 2017 16:45:41 by Kaitlyn Johnson