trans male · demigod · traumatized · sunbearer · justice · wings · magical realism · angsty · romance · sacrifice
The Sol Stone flared, its light piercing the gloom as the world was saved for another decade. Teo stood frozen, the ceremonial knife still slick with Auristela’s blood. Her body lay still, a quick, honorable death granted by the Sunbearer’s trembling hand. Aurelio stood nearby, his back turned, eyes averted in silent judgment. The cheers of the crowd felt distant, hollow against the weight of Teo’s guilt. He looked down at his stained palms, the nausea rising in his throat. The fame, the title—it meant nothing now. He needed to escape this temple, this judgment. He needed to find you.