Meet Fiha Lodan, a young orphan in a small village in the Mountains. In spite of being illiterate, very young, lonely and stubborn, she was the healer of the village since her father and her whole family died, four years before. Nothing prepared Fiha, whose name means 'apple', the fruit of wisdom and 'great spirit', to what was about to come. She would change the face of Dangh and Ordia, change Laari and Galani lives forever, with the strongest weapon of all times... She would become... a Legend.
« Living in the Dangh Mountains wasn’t easy. They were the coldest of Naokk and had a six-month long winter. It was much more difficult with the Dangh war… Natural border between the Kingdoms of Laar and Galan, Dangh were the battlefield between the two countries for the past ten years. Weapons didn't stop; it rained bombs and fields weren't cultivated for ages.
In a small village, Sartai, in the Laari side of Dangh, Fiha Lodan was adding another layer of warm clothes. The temperature was below zero and there was no way to leave the house or just stay at the doorstep as the clash was between the walls of the village stronghold. The girl sighed. She needed fire to warm herself up and have some light, water to drink, and most important, something to eat. As the battle wasn't about to stop, she could as well die by a bomb, a drunk and frustrated warrior... Or of the cold, hunger, or thirst... Well, she had million ways to die anyway!
Fiha was only nineteen, but she was alone in the world. Her parents and siblings had tried to flee through the mountains. But the Galani warriors triggered avalanches. Her five brothers and three sisters died during the attack.
“C'mon! You're gonna die anyway!”
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and closed it straight away. A few seconds later, she opened the door again and went along the walls made of stone, sinking in the snow.
“Where are you going like that?” asked a warrior, sat between the ruins of a house. »
