Daxos
They thought the chains would hold me.
They wrapped my arms in cursed iron, pressed spell after spell into my skin, carved wards across my back that boiled when I so much as breathed too loud.
But magic doesn’t contain obsession.
It just feeds it.
And I have had a hundred years to starve.
A hundred years to feel her soul rise again.
They thought locking me away in this underground tomb would keep me blind.
But I felt her the second she took her first breath.
Felt the curse that bound her wrapped around her like a shroud. Magic meant to keep her hidden from me. From herself. From the world.
They said the Emberborn line had been extinguished.
They lied.
Because her flame still burns.
And it burns for me.
You came.
I said it into the void the first time I felt her truly c
