What should you do if by the will of the Creator you were born in an empire where no one knows the emperor’s face? Where the emperor could be anyone you meet—a wandering potter, a junk dealer from the shop on the corner, or a familiar innkeeper, your uncle Povvit. Where magic is ordinary and everyday.
What should you do if you’re young, with nothing to your name—only a title, two swords, combat skills, and a dream to do something important, something needed by people? Perhaps you should simply follow your destiny? After all, it can give you wings, help you find true friends and true love, make you learn what very, very few people know. And it can even make you the executor of an ancient prophecy…