The Story Had Just Begun

Fainting?

Yeah, I know. Very damsel in distress.

But don't get it twisted—the story had just begun.

My world collided with Veravos that day, and nothing was ever the same.

As time passed, I came to realize that he wasn't just another Dark Fairy lurking in the shadows. No, he was going to be my partner in chaos. And chaos? Well, it was something I was more than familiar with.

Fate—twisted, cunning Fate—had a plan when it brought the two of us together. It wasn't coincidence. It never was.

In a world ruled by corrupt monarchs and bloated ideals, both of us had spent far too long clawing through the dark, alone. But together? Together, we became something else entirely.

Veravos understood what it was like to be an outcast. To be mocked. To stand trial before your own kin for daring to be different.

He understood the ache beneath my rage.

He didn't ask me to explain my scars. He saw them, and in them, he recognized something familiar. Matched them.

We were cut from the same cloth—rebellious, unyielding. We stood shoulder to shoulder, facing everything the world had thrown at us—against the grain, against the tide, against everything we were told we should be.

This is my beginning.

But it will not define my end.

Let Veravos tell you the next part.

He sees things differently.

He always has.

The End.