The seer's words echoed in Blazar's mind, each syllable carved into her consciousness. That her chaotic destiny might bring about a fight between several kingdoms.
The prophecy wasn't just a warning—it was a condemnation, that painted her as the harbinger of destruction she'd always feared becoming.
The weight of it pressed down on her shoulders like a mountain of guilt she hadn't even earned yet.
She didn't want to be the reason why mothers would weep, why fathers would never return from battlefields, why siblings would grow up with phantom limbs where their loved ones used to be.
The very thought made her stomach twist into knots so tight she could barely breathe.
Beneath that badass exterior she wore like armor, beneath the sharp tongue and the devil-may-care attitude that made people either fear talking to her, there was something painfully, desperately human.