"C'mon Travesty."
"Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?"
Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness.
The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive?
He knew her, before he even saw her.
His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic.
A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty.
"Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so."
"Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this."
travesty
/ˈtravɪsti/
noun
a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.
Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders.
(Y/N)'s future was determined long before she was born. As far as she was concerned, none of that destiny included Basgiath; not after she watched her grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles after bonding a dragon, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry Colonel who would do anything to hurt her. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and she wanted nothing to do with it, no matter what her name spelled.
Xaden Riorson's future was clear, no Basgiath or dragons in sight. That was, until he was 16, when his father's apostasy-turned-secession fell apart; his home was burned; and his father went missing, only to be reported by someone he thought was an ally, then murdered.
Unfortunately for both of them, Basgiath wouldn't let them off so easily.
Xaden had a two year head start and became a Wingleader, ready-and willing-to sacrifice anything to fulfill his goals. Some may call them selfish and many call him ruthless, but he's no stranger to prescribed titles.
(Y/N) stood before the bridge, but she had no intention of making it across. Her ruined future and unstable life would be given to a cause much more worthy than the torture of Basgiath: her mother, her father, and her patron: Zihnal, the God of Chaos.
*SHE/HER*
[Book 1 of 2]