Alcyone
I was still an obedient daughter, despite my rage towards my mother, and I found myself walking towards the cave the blood mages trained in. It was a long walk, but I didn’t mind it so much. The path took me through the orchards, which of course would remind me of Drakania. She would hide here when she wanted quiet space. I didn’t realize how much I would miss playing with her here when I was younger. Ember barely noticed me, and our brothers were really only allowed to talk to me during meals until I was ten. Drakania raised me.
“Alcyone,” a blood mage named Patrica addressed me when I reached the cave. She was small for a whelp, but her mother was one of the greatest generals we had. Mother was gravely disappointed when she found out that Patrica wanted to pursue blood
