Long before borders were drawn and flags were planted, the Kingdom of *Ala-Ora* thrived—its people guided by ancestors, gods, and the sacred rhythm of the land. In this world of masked festivals, iron-forged justice, and women who could speak with the dead, a girl named *Adamma* is born during the eclipse—marked as the final daughter of prophecy.
But her birth coincides with the arrival of the first white men—missionaries with soft voices and soldiers with iron fists. What begins as trade and gospel soon becomes chains and blood. Chiefs are bribed. Children vanish. Gods fall silent.
As her people are sold to ships and her kingdom carves itself apart from within, Adamma escapes slavery, only to witness the birth of a different war—one not fought with spears, but with language, faith, and forgetting.
Now, with only fractured memories and ancestral voices guiding her, Adamma must reclaim her identity, unite scattered tribes, and confront a truth long buried: *freedom was never given—it was stolen, buried, and must be bled for.*
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