Having been protected from utter destruction during the Great War, citizens of Ra'goramal now spend their days, 400 years later, providing for the Verenathians as repayment. Day in and day out, things function as they should. Life duties are assigned, quotas are filled, and no one steps out of line. Accept your duty, meet expectations, and things will run smoothly.
Twenty-five year old Rae spends her days toiling in the Smithshop, trying to stop her heart-and gaze-from wandering to the mysterious isle over the sea. But a quiet discord is growing on Ra'goramal; one that she simply can't ignore. Faced with the toil of her people and the unending song calling to her through the magic that tethers their two worlds, Rae's resolve begins to fray. The only problem with that? Travel to Verenathia is illegal, outlined in the Accords. Any Goramalan setting foot on the floating isle will be executed. Immediately.If Rae could just ignore that insatiable ache, things might be okay, but its call grows deafening. With the magic straining toward a breaking point, Rae will do the unforgivable. What she discovers afterward will shake her to her very marrow, unraveling everything she thought she knew. The Warbearers hold secrets she could have never fathomed, having buried dark truths for centuries-and when the unthinkable happens, what she's uncovered will alter her life, and the course of both territories...forever.