I have an extraordinary family. One of my sisters helped the desert turn into a green land. The second entered legends, riding a giant fiery spirit and closing a portal to another world. The third saved her husband and the king, keeping him from death. The fourth helps a banished god return to our world, and the fifth turned out to carry the rarest prophetic gift. It’s all about my sisters—yet I’m different. All I can do is drown my guilt with work and cry at night. Because there’s no one here whom I was so desperately hating and so wildly loving. And there’s no point in living anymore. Or is there?