It was time. She was past the age where some were wed and had babes in arm. Moeisha, called Morgan for her white father, had always known that hers was not to remain with her motheras people. They did not accept her per her white blood. When the Chosen One expressed an interest in her, Morgan could not believe it. Surely such an inappropriate match would never be allowed. They were two young Cherokee individuals out to prove themselves worthy. In a time of war, could it ever work out?