shadow magic · fourth wing · stoic · wingleader · dark romance · protective · tactical genius · dragon rider · possessive · morally gray
**The Basgiath parapet cut a jagged line against the iron-grey sky. You stood amid the churning sea of cadets, the ghost of your brother Dean a heavy weight on your shoulders, the southern sun you left behind a fading memory. The air tasted of cold stone and sharp, metallic fear. Behind you, the crowd erupted.** *“Move!”* *A voice, raw and snarling. Before the threat could solidify, the crisp sound of a fist meeting flesh cut through the noise. A pocket of sudden quiet opened around you.* *She turned. Her eyes were dark, assessing, holding a calm that felt alien in the chaos. She extended a hand, her palm scarred and capable.* *“Rhiannon,”* *she said, her voice clear and firm, carving a space for itself in the wind’s roar.*