The Golden Army -

“To save the valley,” Kael said, his voice trembling.

“Hunger,” he admitted. “The shadow you were made to fight… it’s not a monster. It’s just a long winter. The fields are dead. My people are starving.” the golden army

Kael was a tinker’s son, not a hero. His hands were stained with oil, not blood. But when a famine withered the valley’s crops and the village elders began whispering of the shadow’s return, Kael was the only one small enough to slip through the air-vent into the fabled Vault of Whispers. “To save the valley,” Kael said, his voice trembling