Crossing Neal

Whispers fluttered throughout The Cell. The borders knew something terrible was about to happen, something horrible and mandatory: The Calling. There was no set schedule for a Calling. Months could go by, and it was once rumored that two Callings had taken place within a week of each other. Borders had no idea when to expect one or even if they should prepare for one. People had survived The Cell but The Calling was a different thing entirely.