West of Borsala

Bakers are normal people. Laszlo knows that better than anyone, and there is nothing that would make him want to leave his normal, comfortable life. Even though he is occasionally poked and prodded at by his parents and his best friend Endre that there is more to him, he has a hard time believing it.

When his normal routine is upended by a grave conspiracy, Laszlo has a choice to make. A choice to leave behind all that he knows in order to protect his family.

There are traitors in the kingdom. Enemies who would kill him if they knew what he carried. Though it pains him to do so, Laszlo leaves his family behind and makes for the untamed and unforgiving lands that are west of the mountains.

With his faithful sheepdog trotting along with him, Laszlo must quickly adapt and find a way to survive without all the modern conveniences provided by the energy spark system in his home city. Human settlements are few and far between out here on the other side of the mountain.

When he finally meets the men and women who call this wild land home, he learns quickly that they are a different breed. There is fire in their eyes and a fierce will to live, the likes of which he has never known, but is now desperately in need of. They face the world head on and refuse to be kicked down. Though Laszlo is nothing like them, he finds himself amidst a group of people who are willing to help see his mission through.

For every friend he meets, there is another foe waiting just beyond the ridge, as willing to stop him as others are to help him. Laszlo must find within himself the means to stand on his own two feet, to find his own strength and purpose, and to be ready to stand when it counts the most. All so he can make it back home and protect the family he loves so dearly.