the mask of a monster hiding the broken and corrupted heart of a young woman.
xaden riorson x f!oc
fourth wing - tbd
january 24, 2024 - tbd
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#1 xaden riorson 2/16/24
#2 violet sorrengail 1/28/24
#3 xaden riorson 1/28/24
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There's a misconception that it's kill or be killed in the Riders Quadrant. Riders, as a whole, aren't out to assassinate other cadets...unless there's a shortage of dragons that year or a cadet is a liability to their wing. Then things may get...interesting.
—Major Afendra's Guide to the Riders Quadrant (Unauthorized Edition)
Kamari could feel the heated stare of Xaden on the side of her face. The cold wind and rain left small shivers racking Kamari's body, but the heated gaze seemed to counter the feeling.
Dylan was dead as Kamari had expected now she and Violet needed to survive. And Rhiannon too if she wanted her shoe back.
He was just a name, another soon-to-be stone in the endless graveyards that lined the roads to Basgiath, another warning to the ambitious candidates who would rather change their lives with the riders than choose the security of any other quadrant.
Rhiannon gripped both sides of the opening in the turret, then looked over her shoulder at the two general's daughters. "I'll wait for you both on the other side," she shouted over the storm.
"We'll see you soon," Kamari strained forcing a tiny smile at her.
She stepped out onto the parapet and began walking, and even though Kamari was sure his hands were full today, she sent up a silent prayer to Zihnal, the god of luck, once Violet had started making her way across the parapet after Rhiannon.
"Name?" the rider at the edge asked as his partner held a cloak over the scroll in a pointless attempt to keep the paper dry.
"Kamari Melinoe," She answered as thunder cracked above her.
With a quick glance, Kamari saw Dylan, Rhiannon, and Violet's names already blurring at the end where water had met ink.
The roll the rider here held would be the last time many names were ever written down. The one on the other side
"Melinoe?" The rider looked up, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "As in General Melinoe?"
"No, the other general." Kamari bit back already annoyed with the fact that her last name was what people focused on. If Kamari and Violet survived they would only be named targets due to their parents' legacies.
Kamari placed my hands on either side of the turret and dragged her fingertips across the stone. Hoping to cut some of her skin so she could be sure her blood was still within her. The rock itself was still warm from the morning light but cooled rapidly from the strong rainstorm. Slick but not slippery.
