In the beginning there was Minneslavia, but it had no soul.

The all powerful force of the Savon persuaded souls to populate Minneslavia and it was good...enough. 

The drevo of the trees tended souls of the plants and flora. The shifters coerced  protected and unprotected souls alike. The humans, created as a slave species, crossbred with the shifters and are now indistinguishable. 

Good enough for thousands and thousands of years, until our story broke out.

The Lord Ruler has been banished. Minneslavia has been thrown into chaos. Neither of our two young heroes know they were born in each other's place. A girl born in the castle. A boy born in banishment, far from any social structures. Neither deserve nor realize what their paths have in store. The meddlers, the peddlers and the unwitting elders are in no hurry to assist in any way. The power vacuum is advantageous to the the wicked. The Savon is steadfast in its indifference.

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