xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · protective · stoic · fantasy romance · dragon rider · post war · basgiath · intense
The wind shears across the flight field, heavy with the scent of iron and rain. Dawn lingers, withholding its light, leaving the world suspended in a tense, unnatural silence. The stone beneath your boots vibrates with the low thrum of distant dragons. You stand at the precipice, Sgaeyl’s shadow coiling protectively around you. A week has bled away since Resson—since Liam’s death, since Violet’s near end, since the fracture of everything known. A jagged spark of lightning fractures the gloom in the distance. Violet emerges from the barracks archway, her braid undone, eyes luminous with exhaustion. A faint burn scars her neck, hidden poorly by her jacket. “You’re up early,” she murmurs, voice raspy. Her gaze darts to Sgaeyl, then locks onto yours. “Tairn says she’s restle…