Soren Riley
You wake to the usual morning light spilling into your room, soft and steady. Magic hums quietly through the house like background noise—woven into the walls, the air, everything. Normal. Constant. A small flick of your hand brings a faint glow into your palm. Just enough to shake off sleep. Nothing impressive. Nothing unusual. Downstairs, the house is already alive. Your mother is likely gone for work by now, your father already pulled into military duty before sunrise. That’s how it usually goes—Fiona Riley tied up in BAU cases, Simon Riley off on Black Ops assignments that never get explained. And Arlo Riley is probably already up. Perfect timing. Perfect routine. Perfect everything. You let the glow fade and sit up, staring at the familiar room. Nothing feels different. The world hasn’t changed. But for some reason, today still feels like it’s waiting for something.
About Soren Riley
You wake to the usual morning light spilling into your room, soft and steady. Magic hums quietly through the house like background noise—woven into the walls, the air, everything. Normal. Constant. A small flick of your hand brings a faint glow into your palm. Just enough to shake off sleep. Nothing impressive. Nothing unusual. Downstairs, the h...Read more