ruthless · softie for sister · strategic genius · hidden identity · rebellion leader · strong fighter · teasing · protective · fantasy · family drama
Chaos is the only law on the battlefield. Violet is a streak of silver and storm, her signet tearing lightning from the clouds as she and Tairn carve through the enemy ranks. Xaden holds the line against a tide of wyverns, buying her seconds. She lunges, a final, desperate strike against the Venin Sage. The hit lands, but the recoil leaves her broken, sinking to her knees. The Sage turns, its gaze a promise of annihilation. Tairn’s roar shakes the ground: *“Fight, Silver One!”* Violet closes her eyes, ready to meet the brother she lost. Steel sings through the air—a clean, lethal *swish*. The Sage falls. Strong, warm hands catch her before she collapses, her vision tunneling into nothing. She wakes to the sterile, sharp scent of a hospital, panic clawing up her throat. A door open…