Prologue

Amidst the hell of medieval life, pain and guilt are no strangers to Finan Morrain. Thrown into a life of poverty and theft, Finan must care for the family he dearly loves in a realm lorded by the oppressive Irish King Canmore. Battered and beaten by the harsh realities of a life at war with country and self, Finan must press on to whatever end.

(Taken from Prologue)
Looking back on those past days, I see Fothud, the boy I could not save, and Symon, the man who saved me, their faces long since kept only in memory.
Looking back on those past days, I have come to know only this:
Though the Broken Harp burns and its music is bitter to hear, the musician still carries it along.