I’m supposed to be a warrior. My father was shot in the street, right where I used to chase butterflies and walk to the market. I watched my mother die of thirst in the sand. I carried my infant brother thousands of miles before I was old enough to hold a sewing needle without hurting myself.
Eleven years ago, with the threat of an unfair draft to wage a controversial war, and under the hand of a tyrant king, a wave of child refugees forged a desert and raised an army with one common goal—to return and take our country back.
My name is Lynn, I'm sixteen years old, and I am no warrior.
Even forgetting my stunning ability to botch any archery attempt and my mildly disappointing stature, my crippling inability to cause any pain whatsoever would douse just about any hope for me to belong with my two warrior-prodigy partners.
I can’t even kill a rabbit for food without bursting into tears.
Yet I was the one assigned the duty to assassinate King Tilus and prevent a bloody confrontation between the Little Army and the Royal Guard.
My only chance to accomplish this rests on the help of Roe and Jass—my best friend since the Exodus and a dark stranger with a mysterious and probably violent past.
And that’s only after crossing the country-sized Desert, sneaking through a country crawling with slavers, sailing the treacherous Ocean Pass, and encountering the devastatingly charming smile of the king's nephew and heir to the throne, Prince Fare.
I’m no warrior, but it’s about time I become one.