Suddenly, large shadows and glowing colors of blue and green drifted over the barn, breaking me out of my trance. I could hear the rush of wind, like the sound of wings flapping. No bird I had ever seen cast a shadow that massive. I froze as the shadows and lights went over the roof, then vanished as they passed behind me. My name is Razi Birdsong. I am twelve years old, I’m an incredible liar (and proud of it too), and I’m practically an orphan. That part isn’t a lie; I won’