Shan is an Elfling of seventeen summers. Orphaned since birth, he grew up in a Human village deep in the forests of Draydin. He has absolutely no idea what it actually means to be an Elf. He cannot speak the Keldarin language, and he knows nothing of the Elves' long, storied history or their culture. He's never met his parents. In fact, he doesn't even know if they are still alive. All he knows is that someone is trying to kill him, yet he does not understand the reason why. One night, after a failed attempt on his life, Shan is plunged into an adventure that will alter his existence forever. He must somehow fight to stay alive, relentlessly pursued from one harrowing encounter after another.
Shan is certainly not a warrior, nor has he ever been trained in combat. He's never really even held a weapon before. Yet beyond his wildest dreams, he must flee from his home, from all he has ever known, and he finds himself half a world away from a place that just might offer him sanctuary. Left without much of a choice, he is thrust headlong into a desperate journey of unbelievable peril. The Elfling is told by his guardian to trust no one along the way. But alone and afraid, he does manage to enlist a few friends in his cause, and together they must struggle to survive the horrible trek facing him. He's not absolutely sure where he's going and the constant threat of danger seems to lurk around every corner.
Dreadful creatures from the moldy depths of nightmares and legends have crept out from their deepest, darkest haunts and have begun to hunt him mercilessly. He is hounded ruthlessly with every step of his wild flight, but when hope seems utterly lost, unexpected help encourages him to push on. Yet through it all, he's left with only one thought racking his poor tortured soul. "Who am I?"
