Winds of Change

&quote;I could blame all this on my grandmother. Shes the one who sent me to this place without even a word to warn that I would wake up in the middle of an arid plain with the sun literally cooking every inch of exposed skin. Because of her, I was chosen to succeed the current chieftain of one of the four ruling Cities of the plainspeople who inhabit this parched world. A decision that has resulted in a war I have no hope of surviving. I might be able to negotiate a surrender before the allied territories raze my City to the ground. But what kind of choice is that? A surrender would mean my execution, and I am definitely not ready to die . . .&quote;