At fifteen, Yun Qiao resolved to leave the town where she had grown up and, like all the young people there, never come back.
"I hear you're looking for Yun Qiao. Are you looking for this pretty Yun Qiao, or this ugly Yun Qiao?" "I'm looking for a Yun Qiao who looks like you."
"No, no, I'm not Yun Qiao." Yun Qiao waved her hands frantically. "I'm just passing through. Please let me by."
When had she, Yun Qiao, become a notorious witch, reviled throughout the state of Chen? Sitting atop the tallest pavilion in Chen, Yun Qiao propped her head in her hand and gazed at the stars. A shooting star streaked across the night sky, and Yun Qiao clasped her hands and made a wish.
