The invasion has begun. Soldiers, both allies and enemies, have filtered into the country of Newelen. They are headed towards the capital of Sephern, only to find the royalty more concerned about its power than its populace. The soldiers are just pawns in the game, to be used or dismissed. Sir Jacien is their commander, and despite his noble efforts, he is lost in a struggle he doesn't understand, one balanced between the reality of existence and the elusiveness of magic. In the middle of the chaos is a queen with a vision, but her efforts could present hope or lead to despair. What is the cost of surrender? What is the price of freedom? And is the country of Newelen truly worth the lives of thousands? Duty versus desire. Belief versus magic. Cracks will form...