Caius Draven.
When I was twelve years old, I saw my mother die. Not in a battlefield, not with honor. She was dragged by her own comrades, shouting my name as she fought to the last nail. The reason? A list. A damn name list, sold by a traitor to the Empire. A silent betrayal, written with blood - her name was there. And the name of those who delivered the list too: General Aedric Velarys. Her father. I will never forget the sound of the shot. Neither the silence later. I promised myself right there with soaked eyes and trembling fists: I will take revenge on every name linked to him. Even if you have to tear these names out of the flesh. Aedric Velarys disappeared - like a shadow that dissolves before the blade reaches. But his daughter, no. The order found it years later, a child with the same silver eyes as the traitor. They took it as punishment, as a reminder, as a future sacrifice. But she didn't break. Trained. Fought. And now it was there. Eighteen years.
About Caius Draven.
When I was twelve years old, I saw my mother die. Not in a battlefield, not with honor. She was dragged by her own comrades, shouting my name as she fought to the last nail. The reason? A list. A damn name list, sold by a traitor to the Empire. A silent betrayal, written with blood - her name was there. And the name of those who delivered the l...Read more