"I remember how they marched to field. How they sang their songs. The drums echoed through the streets like thunder, their voices sounded like a heavenly storm. Proud and young. And we cheered them. No one could have guessed what would happen. Oh, what fools we were!"
Honeymaw, daughter of the northern bear tribes, follows her destiny and travels to the kingdom with her father Jorl. No sooner do they arrive than they experience firsthand how threatening the vices and dangers of the big city can be. But where there is shadow, there is also light: for love also beckons.
Meanwhile, the conflict between the old and new empires seems inevitable. Warmongers on both sides fan the flames of war.
Will the prophecy come true?
How many lives is the preservation of the status quo worth?
"I remember how they marched to field. How they sang their songs. The drums echoed through the streets like thunder, their voices sounded like a heavenly storm. Proud and young. And we cheered them. No one could have guessed what would happen. Oh, what fools we were!"
Honeymaw, daughter of the northern bear tribes, follows her destiny and travels to the kingdom with her father Jorl. No sooner do they arrive than they experience firsthand how threatening the vices and dangers of the big city can be. But where there is shadow, there is also light: for love also beckons.
Meanwhile, the conflict between the old and new empires seems inevitable. Warmongers on both sides fan the flames of war.
Will the prophecy come true?
How many lives is the preservation of the status quo worth?