Ashen Clouds, Broken Blade

At the victory banquet, my adoptive father personally shot me through with a thousand arrows. “You mongrel from an enemy nation, how dare you call yourself my son?” But later, when I crowned the barbarian he hated most and led my cavalry to smash through his gates, he knelt in the ruins and begged me to turn back. Where the war smoke fades, a lone flame lights the open plain. This is the story of an “outsider” searching for a place to belong in a world where he doesn’t fit, and ultimately becoming a “bridge.”