Sun, moon, and the never-ending Silver doom. It was impossible to cross the Silver Sea. Be it in, on, or under it... The sea was enchanted by a magic older than time itself. Older than bloodlines and Solstices and the Realm. That was all that needed to be known. Alongside a few things, water spirits are dangerous, darkness lurks in Elderun, gates are what binds the lands together, magic comes from blood, and the ones without it are no less important. But are they? In a land where survival is all about protecting yourself and the ones who couldn't protect themselves from evil, wouldn't being without magic make you unimportant? Elowen was about to find out. Her last chance at showing power, at a Solstice, was in a couple of weeks. If she proved to be without it, she'd be trapped inside the palace's walls, sitting in a library for the rest of her life. It wasn't the life she'd chosen for herself, it was one she was shown into when her house fell and her aunt married the king of Telveir. She planned on writing her own destiny and she would. But when tides turn and the winds shift, the balance gets ripped from the realm. Old rivals become lifelong friends and foes become allies. All Elowen can do is play the role she was given, as she had done all her life. Book 1 of the Silver Sea Chronicles