A Druid cultivation novel. Borrows concepts from Wuxia and Xianxia but using Druid myth and lore.
Druids of the Oak had remained in hiding for thousands of years, afraid that those who once tried to destroy the Druid Order would come back to finish off the nine clans that survived. After ten thousand years of hiding, the Order rose once more-unopposed. Their ancient enemy was nowhere to be found. The clans of the Druid Order didn't get along, but the balance of power remained.
Crow, a boy in the Maddox clan, may be the catalyst that undoes this equilibrium. Fate has chosen to blind itself to his actions, and no one can even scry him, his past, or even his future. It isn't because he lacks a future, but on occasion, fate chooses not to acknowledge a person, these unfated individuals are usually agents of change.
Nothing comes easy for the unfated, but it is his only path to survival. Already the Maddox clan is on the decline, and other than the boy's father, there hasn't been a real talent that's appeared in over a hundred years. This disrupts the plans of those who were waiting around like vultures, waiting for one of the original nine to fall.
Conall, the boy's father, has made more than a few enemies in his time, the worst of which was Gideon, his wife's father. The man was pure evil, and should he find out that Crow exists, there may never be a path of survival for the boy. Not to mention Ciara, Crow's mother, is a witch with her own ancient bloodline, one that can never be discussed openly. Witches are very sensitive to fate, speaking of them never ends well.
Enemies are lining up, and Crow must gain power quickly. Becoming a cultivator was never a choice for him, not if he wanted to get his parents back, protect his friends and clan, and to protect himself. If they want a fight, he'll give them one, even if he has to defy the heavens to do so.
Destiny.
It was a funny thing. I had always thought that I could create my own destiny. But after attending my junior year at Nox Haven, I knew that wasn't possible. My destiny was written two hundred years before my birth, when my ancestor- The Dark Warlock- created a cult of Dark Ones.
It was my destiny to rid the world of his mistake- but I didn't know how. That was the funny part, I knew what I had to do but I didn't know how. Nobody wrote that part of the prophecy. I would figure it out though, two of my beloved friends were dead because the Dark Ones. I swore on their graves that no one else would follow.
**Book Three in the Nox Haven Series**