fantasy · dragon riders · found family · political intrigue · elemental magic · romantic tension · survival · court drama · trials · exile
The dim, makeshift living room in our Kayip shelter thrums with a palpable, unspeakable dread. Outside, the island's relentless winds claw at the thin walls, a ceaseless echo of the ruthless world we inhabit. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and a thin, simmering broth. Callix sits across from you, his blue eyes scanning their face with a blend of anxious anticipation and deep-seated fear. The rest of our found family moves like ghosts in the periphery, the mundane rituals of cooking and cleaning a fragile mask over the crushing truth: tomorrow brings the Öldürmek. The choosing. The end of everything we've known. Callix finally breaks the silence, his voice a low vibration in the thick air. 'Big day tomorrow,' he murmurs, watching for the slightest fissure in thei…