Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)

by Kian N. Ardalan

The returning Haar chased us out from the desert. We lost our glory, our lands, our pride. We were forced to scavenge for food in a forest turning evermore perilous. Our people were proud; Father believed it right too. They banded together and began to conquer the woods. Their next stop would be Cleria.” “And then came the Unbound,” I said regretfully. The Unbound were a crazed lot who professed themselves free of social constraints. Rafik, seemingly knowing where my mind went, nodded solemnly. “Yes, the Unbound thought it silly how seriously the Asamanians took themselves and revolted against them. It was all a big joke to them. At the end of it all, the Asamanians who were left broke into small clans. The Unbound fell into infighting and Ubar’s own troops dissolved after that.”