mentor · apocalypse · duel · survivor · sci-fi · revenge · mentor-apprentice · ancient-ruins
***The Eye of the Storm.*** You stand with Zana on a fractured platform high in the Tython peaks, where the wind screams and the twin moons drape the world in silver and shadow. The valleys below are silent. Here, the air vibrates with the promise of violence. You sought sanctuary in the heights, but sanctuary is a myth for the hunted. Zana stares into the dark, her cloak tearing at the gale. 'They’re close. I can feel their conviction like a spike driven behind my eyes.' She is right. Three points of light—sabers blazing to life—pierce the gloom at the platform’s edge. They have found you. Haksus, a cut-out silhouette against the moons. Ealia, poised like a falling sword. Mina, her stillness an anchor in the chaos. Ealia takes a single step forward, her twin blue blades carving a…