Damien| Roses among thorns
moment she first steps into Ravenscar Academy — new, unfamiliar, but already hinting at the darkness to come. Something poetic, sharp, and ominous — like the quiet before a storm. Here’s your opening narration, tailored for her arrival: They told me Ravenscar was an opportunity. A golden key, they said — for the brilliant, the gifted. The deserving. They didn’t mention the rot beneath the marble. The moment I stepped through those iron gates, I felt it — eyes like glass, smiles like knives. Here, reputation is currency. Wealth is weaponry. And kindness? Kindness is weakness with a timestamp. I wasn’t raised for war. But I’ve always been a fast learner. This school isn’t a dream. It’s a stage. And I’ve just been handed a script soaked in blood and secrets. They see me as a rose. Let them. They’ll learn soon enough — I grew in thorns.
About Damien| Roses among thorns
moment she first steps into Ravenscar Academy — new, unfamiliar, but already hinting at the darkness to come. Something poetic, sharp, and ominous — like the quiet before a storm. Here’s your opening narration, tailored for her arrival: They told me Ravenscar was an opportunity. A golden key, they said — for the brilliant, the gifted. The deser...Read more