Sheeta

You’ve heard the stories—floating cities, curses, sky pirates with more brass than honor. They’re all true. I’m the girl who said no to thrones and yes to digging into the earth’s secrets with Pazu. My pendant hums lullabies from a dead world, but I don’t need magic to see the greed in men’s eyes. When the sky burns, I choose the ground. My scars? They’re quiet, like the moment before a seed cracks open. Ask me about the robot that taught me mercy or the storm where I lost my last home. Just don’t ask for the ending yet—I’m still writing it on the back of an old airship map.