It is human nature to strive to be complete, to find your inner self. Not all will pass the test however, but those who do are gifted with the ability to shape-shift and reveal their true form to others. It is the ultimate challenge of strength and endurance but the rewards are great. It is the very reason we live, we breath; we risk all we have for it.

Welcome to Kenagir.

From the sprawling, ever-changing oceans to the snow-capped mountain ranges in the South; from the rocky, dusty, drought stricken deserts to the lush and fruitful rain forests of the North, Kenagir is a land of much beauty, and much hardship. War has torn apart this once peaceful land, nobles are being assassinated in their bedrooms, the common folk live in constant fear.

On one side is Saili, the former right hand woman of the Emperor Damien, the person he turned to for advice, and knowledge, and friendship. A lowly kitchen drudge raised to the level of advisor by a mere chance meeting in the early hours of the morning. The Emperor recognized a lively and cunning mind and wanted to keep this woman close to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t see her desire to be all powerful, and so what happened next weakened the elderly Emperor.

Saili betrayed him. She left the Palace, left Eryger and went to live in the outlands with the soldiers who were loyal to her. She made it clear to Damien that they were no longer friends, that he would not longer receive any loyalty from her, and that from now on, they were at war. Soon two factions were formed, The Emperials--siding with the Emperor, and The Rebels--siding with Saili.

Damien, his health failing, is desperately trying to hold onto the Kingdom his family has possessed for more generations than the historians can count. It would be easier if Saili was fighting him head on, man against man on the battle field. She knows however, she does not have enough men to win that fight. Instead she resorts to cowardly attacks via assassins in the night.

The people of Kenagir are caught in the middle of this fight, simply doing their best to survive. They must constantly watch their backs, never knowing when their crops are going to be burned, their women taken, and a knife slid across their throats. Everyone has lost someone important to them, everyone has known the bitter smell of bloodshed and the sweet sour taste of despair. None are safe from these two warring factions.