I survived a murderous raid and a raging storm in a small sailboat. At last, I have arrived in a splendid city of islands that rises from the sea to the sky. It seems like a welcome resting spot on the way to Tzoladia. But nothing is as it seems. Even me. I don't know who I am anymore. The evil emperor is one step ahead of me. He knows the prophecy. And he wants me dead. Because he knows who I am. Why has Baskrod led me right into his clutches? Maybe I was wrong to trust him. Sometimes I don't know what to believe anymore. Is the star I follow guiding me to my destiny or leading me straight to my doom?