A foot came into her vision nearing her body. She thrust her dagger into it. A wail of pain was heard amongst the dirt and dust. This pushed the other five greasers to work harder. They drew themselves back from the dust cloud between coughs, splutters and sneezes as Kessaria crawled herself further up the hill on her hands and knees. She dared not call out to her brother for fear of giving away her position. However, it seemed one clever greaser had taken himself out of the haze in order to gain advantage. He was waiting to pounce as soon as Kessaria made her way out of the dust cloud. He grabbed her around the neck and put his sword to her throat, forcing her to drop her weapons.

‘Don’t come near me freak or I will cut her.... That’s a promise.’

It has been 20 years since Alkarrien and his dark army were defeated. Matara and Padicum who were young boys during the war are now men grown each having followed the footsteps of the family they were raised in. Despite peace reigning throughout the Land of Marrapassa there is an unrest amongst certain factions who are not happy with the post mage wars environment. Poverty is on the rise and so to are pockets of renegades out to pillage, cause mischief and bring back forbidden practices such as slavery. Will a new king in the Kingdom of Avanleah be able to work with his people to bring down the depravity? Will Matara be able to remain true to his values and beliefs or will his devotion to his younger sister, Kessaria be his ultimate downfall?