Shadow Heir
she said quietly.
Her mind drifted to the past, a memory etched deep beneath the surface. Flames roared around her childhood village, the sky ablaze with destruction. Screams echoed in her ears, mingling with the crackle of burning timber. Her mother’s hand had gripped hers tightly, only to push her away with trembling urgency.
“Run, and trust the shadows,” her mother whispered before the flames swallowed them both.
Alone and terrified, Aera had fled into the forest. The girl who once laughed and dreamed became a ghost in the wild—silent, unseen, deadly. She learned to move like the wind, strike without warning, and vanish without a trace.