War has stuck in the city of Reim. When a hooded, black figure murders the High Altum one night, the blame is placed solely on Aria. But how can she stop the ensuing war as framed criminal? How can she save her home when everyone she cares for despises her? Who was the hooded figure? It is up to Aria to find answers, and hopefully end a war in the process. - "We are..." Grathe trailed off with a loud breath, deciding the sentence he had started was too straightforward. "As of now, the Avians are at war with the People." "When do we train to fight?" Aria's words pierced through the air, causing the entire crowd to silence and stare at the source of the determined voice. Grathe's old eyes scanned the crowd as the town silenced before falling on Aria. "This is a battle we will not be fighting...." ___________________________________________ *All characters, plots, and ideas are mine. Any similarities between my novel and another is purely coincidental*