Recent content by Trista

Trista barely heard Talmanes' whispered thanks, the world around her still spinning in the wake of what had just happened. Her hands had been warm—warmer than they should have been—and she had felt something shift, something unseen but undeniably real. The runes, the breath of life surging...

Trista’s hands were shaking as she pressed them over the bloodstained stone beneath Tigris. The light had flared so suddenly, so powerfully, it was like a breath drawn too sharply. She could feel it—life. It poured into the cavern, flooding over her, surging through her fingers, and for a brief...

Trista ran. She had barely processed the scene—Tigris sent flying, Talmanes’ voice raw with panic, the drake’s final howl still ringing in her ears—before she was moving. Her breath came short, sharp. She shoved past the Tyrians trying to rush forward, barely registering their stunned faces...

Trista followed Talmanes through the gatehouse, her footsteps slow and deliberate as though afraid to disturb the long-settled dust. Her eyes roamed over every surface, taking in the intricate carvings, the remnants of ancient craftsmanship, and the echoes of lives once lived here. There was an...

Trista stayed close to Talmanes, her hand tightening around his as they stepped further into the forgotten grandeur of Teloth. Her breath caught as the crimson lines spider-webbed across the floor, climbing the walls in intricate runes that pulsed with life, and she flinched at the sudden burst...

Trista’s chest still heaved with shallow breaths, the power coursing through her making every nerve feel alive, every inch of her body thrumming with purpose. As Talmanes knelt opposite her, the quiet weight of his presence made her lift her gaze to meet his. She hadn’t expected his hand. For...

Trista's cry tore from her throat as the power surged through her, raw and unrelenting. It was like nothing she had ever felt—lightning coursing through her veins, fire burning away every shadow of weakness that had ever clung to her. It wasn’t just a pulse; it was an awakening. Her body...

Trista’s breath caught as her eyes fell on the chalice. She didn’t need to ask its purpose; the runes carved into the stone told her everything she needed to know. The intricate patterns were too similar to the ones she’d seen before, the ones that had demanded blood to open the way. Her stomach...

Trista’s breath hitched when Talmanes took her hand. She glanced up at him as he rose, his yellow eyes fierce yet alight with something rare—a joy she had never seen in him before. His words, simple yet weighted, sent a shudder down her spine. It’s all real. As they began their descent, her...

As dawn's first light began to creep over the horizon, Trista stirred from her sleep, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she turned in the dimming warmth of the blanket. A lingering sense of presence filled the air, though it wasn’t enough to keep her from the inevitable realisation that Talmanes...

Trista lay unmoving beneath the thin blanket, each breath measured to maintain the illusion of sleep as Talmanes' touch ghosted through her hair. The gentle caress was unexpected, and the song he hummed resonated through her bones, speaking to a part of her that had long been silenced by chains...

Trista lay by the fire, her body curled beneath a thin blanket as the patter of rain and crackle of firewood echoed throughout the cave. Her breath remained steady, her eyes closed, but her mind was anything but still. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t. But jealousy twisted in her chest like a...

Trista's fingers worked deftly, cleaning the wound of one of the Tyrian pilgrims with a calm efficiency that belied the turmoil within her. She could only make out the soft murmur of conversation between Talmanes and Tigris, just beyond her, but the interaction was one that refused to be ignored...

With a quiet nod, Trista dipped her chin obediently, absorbing Talmanes' words as she always did. Glancing briefly toward Tigris, Trista felt something twist deep within her chest. It was fleeting, that twinge of something unspoken, but undeniable. She quickly brushed it aside, focusing on her...

As Talmanes’ voice rang out with unwavering authority, Trista felt a shudder run through her. His words were a powerful summons, echoing off the ancient cavern walls.. It was the promise of a journey that would carve its mark on history, and she felt a fierce pride swell within her chest to be a...