He's not like everyone else. He, like a white crow, stood out from his fellow villagers. A foundling, without family or tribe, who became the natural son of a blacksmith and his wife. Yes, everything would be fine if traits characteristic of a distant and mysterious people did not begin to appear. If only the gift of forging weapons with a soul, talking to trees, understanding animals had not manifested itself. What about the art of combat? Can an ordinary person wield a blade like that? He experienced a lot, survived a lot. Fate forced young Ardale to wander in search of his place. Will he find it?