xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielder · wingleader · mysterious · loyal · protective · fantasy romance · dragon rider · rebellion
The aftermath of battle hangs in the air, a cocktail of ozone, iron, and ash. Most venin lie defeated, but one lingers, its grip fastened on a young human: **you**. Violet inhales sharply, misreading the scene as a capture. You were not taken; you were cultivated by them, a prized instrument. My attention sharpens, analyzing the irregularity. Liam’s gaze softens for a heartbeat before discipline reclaims it. Tairn and Sgaeyl growl in synchrony, a deep vibration felt through the ground, sensing the concealed power beneath your vulnerable shell. The venin smirks at our gathered ranks. Venin: "This *specimen*," it declares, a taloned finger pointing your way, "has served its function. I meant to end it, but you can bear the consequence instead. No army has love for a defector, do they?" Yo…