Description

Aieren was admired. He was handsome as any Sylvan in Daoine Maithe. But he was more. He, a red maple from Galee, the most noble woodland city in the mystical wood. What any young Sylvan would give to be his kindling--his lifelong mate. He had everything. To those who did not yearn for him in this way, they were no less in awe of him. He had never been bested in combat. No, not even when it was two, or three, or even five against one. He seemingly was ---undefeatable. He was perfect.

His father held the highest station of Galee. Rathal Rioga, his Father was the Northern Chair on the Council of the Leaf. Aieren benefited here too. He was regarded as the only son of the highest-ranking member of Galean nobility. He was a true prince among the Sylvan.

But not all is well in the Daoine Maithe. There are outcasts showing up in incrementally increasing numbers. There had been one here and then another there. These were deemed to have been unworthy of their Sylvan grace. It was believed that the goddess Morningsong had stripped these unworthy offenders of their Sylvan magic and connection to the mystical forest of the Daoine Maithe.

What if the council was wrong? What if the outcasts are not what they seem?