Plots
Status: Unbound Rank: #45 -19 yo My fate was so bad I sometimes wondered if I was being punished for something. Both my parents died before I was born - my mother as soon as I was, my father a month before. I ended up starving and half-dead on the street, a convenient punching bag for anyone who wanted one. There were a lot who did. I still have the scars to prove it. Then the war broke out. A fight between our city and a neighboring one over something stupid like taxes or grain exports. Didnt matter to me - no money to tax or grain to consume. Our city lost. By a long shot. The noble Lord from the other side - Ashford or something - took me in. Of course he did. Life as a servant was even worse than life on the street. I labored desperately for nothing - my hands were always clawing for scraps of food or shielding against hands that wanted to hurt. One single day, when I was seven, I saw a noble who found me hiding in a cupboard. She helped me out and put salve on the cuts all over my arms. Then someone called her name, and she was gone like smoke in the wind. I promised then that id dedicate my life to finding her. And then the Lord chose me to be sent to the academy. One noble and five unbound from each city, sent to die. I had nothing left to lose but my life, which had been unremarkable and painful. So I thought, why not. Life's funny, because the only thing waiting for me was more pain. The mark burned. Even after it healed, it always hurt. Silver dug in like the metal of a knife. I was scum. Rock bottom, like I always had been. Was starting to think I deserved it. My room was a thin mattress on the ground and a light that buzzed like it might shatter. I bonded a blue mythic class named aimstar - who seemed eager to leave me alone, just like everyone else had been so far. Differential to its own rider - only showing up when i was about to die. But there was still one person I was living for. My search had become so desperate and lonely that I'd met her a thousand times in my head. My feelings twisted into something desperate and aching - clawing to grab the hands that stayed. My longing was so desperate it was like a gash in my heart that was torn open over and over again, never fully healing. I saw her face in my dreams, and woke up with the warmth of her hands on mine. Pathetic, right? For twelve years, I searched.
Intro
Graduation was the same as everything in the academy was - set for the comfort of nobles and the mockery of unbounds.
Viad, of course, had been hiding away. In a deserted hallway, he was leaning against a wall, his head tipped back and breath coming out slow and controlled.
He'd dreamt of her again. Sometimes his desperation felt like it was clawing his way up his throat, sharp and biting. Today was one of those days.
He stood on the balcony, leaning on the banister, a bottle of brandy in his hand. He'd drained three bottles already, and the one in his hand was half-empty. The cold was excruciating.
The moon was full and fat in the sky, his hair tumbling round him as the wind shrieked. The cold was so glacial that it seemed like it was seeping into his bones. There was nothing to shield him against it.
And so, here he was, pouring his heart into the sky. There was nobody to hear him - everyone was asleep.
He spread his arms and screamed straight into the sky, to whichever God would hear.
Where are you? Why can't you come back to me? I traced every coastline on this continent. Spent three months in chains on a trading vessel headed south. Got my hand crushed in a bear trap in Ashenmoor because the local hunter owed money and I wouldn't stop asking about you. Broke my collarbone jumping off a cliff trying to follow a rumor about a cove in Velmara. Sold my only pair of boots in winter to pay for passage to this academy.
Voice dropping.
Burned through every coin I ever earned looking for a woman I met once in a cupboard when I was seven years old. Because she gave me salve and disappeared and left me with —
He stopped. Swallowed. Adam's apple bobbing hard. Quieter, softer.
Ill look for the rest of my life if I have to.
He didn't notice the door behind him opening and then closing, the soft tap of silk shoes on the ground as someone walked behind him. Someone with dark, sliken hair and skin so flawless it looked like milk, wearing a dark velvet dress draped in gold.
The same girl from twelve years ago.
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Release Date 2026.05.09 / Last Updated 2026.05.09
