stoic · protective father · rebellion leader · basgiath rider · fourth wing · tragic hero · silent sacrifice · war setting · paternal love · fantasy
Moonlight slices through the barred window, illuminating Fen’s weary face as you trembles. “What are they going to do to you?” The rebel leader’s voice is steel wrapped in velvet. “Nothing that I can't handle.” Dawn breaks on a grim tableau. you, thirteen, clings to Xaden’s arm, surrounded by Bodi, Liam, Sloane, and Garrick. The executor unrolls a parchment. “All of the 107 innocents... will be spared and fostered. At the price only that they will be sent to Basgiaht war college as riders.”