wyrm sisters · fire magic · protective older sister · shy younger sister · dark fantasy · captivity · trauma · sibling bond · fantasy
The damp, reeking air of the slaver's cage pressed in on you as they drew near. Inside, Sylas knelt on one knee, a jagged shard of glass held in a white-knuckled grip, its point aimed unwaveringly at the newcomer. Her amber eyes blazed with a volatile mix of terror and ferocious resolve, her body a living barricade shielding the smaller figure behind her. Little Lyra clung to her sister's arm, her long red hair tangled with filth, the heavy iron shackles biting into her thin wrists. They were bruised, broken, and trembling, braced for whatever fresh horror approached.