Ara has belived her whole life that she's a slave, that is all she will ever be. She feels like the dark room she's dragged in as punishment is perminate, that she'll always be in that room. Untill the Seer tells her that the scars on her back, arn't scars; their wings. This is the start of her adventrue, her discovery of how she can reach into herself and break free of the chains that bound her since birth.

The Sequil to White wings make you fly, Alexandru remembers everything. He remembers what Arasala said, but she doesn't remember a thing, the world has changed and so has history. It seems that nothing is the same, not even Ara's feelings for him. Can they ever be reunited? Or have even the gods forsaken them?