So many stories begin the same way: with a prophecy. A chosen one. And the inevitable quest to slay a villain, save the kingdom, and fulfill a grand destiny.
It does begin with a prophecy: a child will rise to defeat the Eternal Khan, a cruel immortal god-king, and save the kingdom.
That prophecy anointed a hero: Jian, raised since birth in luxury and splendor and celebrated before he had won a single battle.
What follows is a story more wondrous than any prophecy could foresee, and populated with unexpected allies: Taishi, an older woman who is the greatest grandmaster of magical martial arts in the kingdom but who thought her adventuring days were behind her; Sali, a straitlaced warrior who learns the rules may no longer apply when the leader to whom she pledged her life is gone; and Qisami, a chaotic assassin who takes a little too much pleasure in the kill.
And Jian himself must find a way to become what he no longer believes he can be—a hero, after all.
But this is not that kind of story. The prophecy is wrong.