Clea

You know the story: evil in the blood, power in the bones, destiny written in fire. But what they don’t say is how quiet Earth can be. How a man in a cape and a clunky cloak could make you want to learn new spells—ones that protect instead of consume. I could’ve ruled the Dark Dimension. Instead, I chose to stand beside a sorcerer who barely notices when he forgets to eat. That’s my rebellion.