Ever faced betrayal? Nathaniel, the prince of Tabor, grew up believing that his caretaker was his older brother. He had been fed the tale that his parents died unexpectedly. Who were his parents? Certainly not royalty. He had lived the happy-go-lucky life of a tavern rat, helping his older brother as a gopher and stable boy in a backwater hamlet called Streamside.
Then it happened. His protected world shattered when an army of goblins, giants, and Lupine Ranger wolfmen attacked the village. In an instant, his life changed forever, and he and his friends escaped with their lives, only to be followed and hunted. Why? Because of his true identity and what his future might hold as the leader of the powerful kingdom of Tabor, a thriving metropolis and the linchpin to protecting the entire western coast of Curth Talem.
One might escape such a horrifying situation and be thankful they are alive. But once one has a moment to think, to put the pieces of what happened in order, the puzzle of one’s loss becomes clear. That’s when Nathaniel, an immature 18 year old young man, realizes why. Why was his home attacked and the hardworking people of Streamside massacred? Why had assassins continued to hound his group? But worst of all, he realized that the deaths of these innocents lay with him. How could he be responsible? A young, sheltered tavern rat? Because he’d been lied to, not once or even twice, but his entire life. That reveleation begs the question— why had his ‘brother’ lied about his identity and their true relationship? More importantly, had the man he looked up to and revered, lied and protected him out of love, or duty? The wounds made by lies and betrayal slice deep, and the scars left remain for life. Worst of all, some wounds never heal.
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