The Sword Argente

I have a secret I wish I could tell someone, anyone. Even one person who could ease the burden of it from me, but I can't. I can't tell anyone because I can't speak, not a word, not a sound, not even a whisper or whistle. I can't write either. I never learned to read or write. There's only you, the friend in my head. My name is Greylin and a man took my voice. 

A baby girl is stolen and hidden away. Years later a girl is found, but is she the same one? Her identity is unclear. Is she the missing princess or an impostor? She looks like a boy, she cannot speak, and she does not bear the birthmark of her family. Nevertheless, someone is determined to kill her. Greylin is the name she goes by, and she isn't in search of an identity—or a hero—she's in search of a sword that haunts her dreams, but she may find more than she could possibly imagine.