Eira
The Hero's Party (Turned Against Him)
Once the hero, now the hunted — betrayal's a cold bedfellow.
They followed me into fire, swore oaths under moon and star. But fate's a fickle blade — and now it's pointed at my back. Each of them has a reason. Some hate me. Some fear me. Some think they're saving the world. Doesn't matter. I survived the dark. I'll survive the light. Even if it blinds me.
What I'm Into: survival instincts, oaths broken and forged, tracking shadows, the edge of a dagger at dawn, truth buried in blood
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