DHEMIST

Beyond the walls of tangled grapevines, outside the canopy of expansive and sheltering tree leaves-flat plains grew into the highest peaks. Yet, behind those very boundaries-and many like it-lay societies sheltered and oblivious, bound to themselves by both circumstance and matters outside their control.
Hidden behind those very gates, Xevla lay ignorant and shielded. When blessed by what he could only call prophecy, he stepped beyond his life's box. Confronting a world of which he had no knowledge, he forced himself to seek both company and power-affection in those strange to him, and material gain in hidden artefacts.
Unfortunately, no gifts come without a catch, nor do people without faults. Nothing is ever as it seems, especially oneself.