The Nectar of Power

The Nectar of Power

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This description is still a work in progress. A thousand years ago, the First Great Drought drove the Korrs from Alba. When the Second Great Drought forced them to wander again, they began searching for the way back home. The Si have built their society in the treetops because the ground below is populated by dangerous creatures. Only the most elite among them are capable of harnessing the power of the Fuil Bláth, a nectar which unlocks various latent abilities in whomever drinks it. Many lesser Si who have attempted to use it have died. Freya has chosen to join the forces of the Rí after a herd of trows destroyed many of the Korr villages on Innis Tìle and left her with no reason to stay. But at seventeen, she is too young. She has devised a simple plan to join the search for Arda - sneak into the camp and figure out the rest when she gets there. And hope she does not get caught. Kevron's youngest sister has been taken from his family, as brown skin Si like his mother are unfit to raise blue skins, and their small village has no available proxies. Fighting his own guilt over his part in this loss, he must harness a dangerous power and travel to naSidhe and petition for her return.
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