150 years after the Great War that tore the peace treaty between the Five Great Families, the lands of Kama remain fractured and tense. The war left deep scars—generations of loss, bloodshed, and unresolved secrets buried beneath layers of royal deception.

In the heart of Ankh, a kingdom known for its ancestral traditions and unexpected miracles, Teleu becomes a fugitive overnight. Betrayed by his uncle—who hungers for the throne and will stop at nothing to ensure his own rise—Teleu becomes the target of a deadly assassination plot. Forced to flee his homeland, Teleu’s path takes him deep into the forests near the Gold Land, where destiny waits.

There, amidst danger and survival, he crosses paths with Rel, a strong-willed and sharp-tongued princess of the Gold Land, who is herself fighting to protect her younger brother from shadowy forces threatening her kingdom.

As Teleu and Rel forge an unlikely alliance, both find themselves caught in a web of political intrigue, personal vendettas, and ancient family rivalries. Across kingdoms, secret letters pass between traitors and loyalists. Ambitions fester in palace halls. And in the distance, a storm of conflict gathers.

🎵 "Wherever he goes, the truth will rise,


A thin, dark, tall young man walked steadily through the streets of Ruandera, one of the great cities of Gold Land. He wore long, immaculate white robes that shimmered under the morning sun—so clean and refined they looked foreign in the dusty, lively marketplace.


Balanced across his shoulders was a metal staff, and tied to it hung a small travel bundle that looked far too light for someone who called himself a wanderer. His deep, resonant voice floated through the air as he sang—strange, melodic, impossible to ignore.


Once enough eyes were fixed on him, he stopped and spun with dramatic elegance, turning to face the growing circle around him.


"What a marvelous crowd!" he shouted cheerfully.


"Beautiful people of Gold Land, glorious people of Ruandera! Listen well—the Wanderer brings a message. War… is coming. Protect your children. Guard your wealth. Leave, if you can."


His tone suddenly dropped, becoming almost solemn. "Do not cling to things you cannot control."


A hush fell over the gathered townsfolk.


The adults exchanged frustrated, weary looks—eyebrows raised, lips pressed into thin lines.


Why speak of war in a city already tense?


Is he drunk? Mad? Or simply looking for attention?


Gold Land had indeed grown uneasy since Queen Sichom's death, but for him to warn them to flee their homeland? It was too much. Too dramatic. Too ridiculous.


Meanwhile, the children stared with innocent bewilderment.


Some tilted their heads, some clung to their parents, others whispered:


Their confusion only deepened as he continued smiling at them like a performer finishing his act.


He bowed deeply, turned with a graceful swirl of white fabric, and set the metal staff back across his shoulders.


Then, without another glance, he resumed his haunting melody:


And so the mysterious stranger drifted out of sight, leaving Ruandera buzzing with whispers, disbelief, and a faint, unsettling sense that his warning—however absurd—might hold a grain of truth.


Chapter 16 - The Wanderer