With darkness spreading, her betrothed looming, Vespa yearns for freedom like the wind.
But will the stars guide, as earth abides, watching enemies collide.
The shaman can only trust the spirits when they convince him to marry the chief’s granddaughter to the ailing Fish tribe
As opposed to the war he was planning. All call sense the darkness, but none know where to begin.
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