𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵, ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA

𝗞𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗬𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗔

     Throughout his lifetime, Midas Usof crafted and improved many amazing objects; he perfected Sankt Ilya's grisha steel, he fabrikated bricks resistant to weather so Ravkans could make homes without fearing that they may crumble during the storms.

     It was said that everything his gaze fell upon was turned to gold, idyllic. Anything he created utopian. Anything except his own daughter, Rhysa Usof.

    There was nothing truly wrong with Rhysa. She was a beautiful child, strong. Blessed with curiosity and wit. The birds sung her name through the wind and the butterflies toppled flowers for the chance to touch Rhysa's skin. But in her fathers eyes, Rhysa had one fatal flaw.

    Being a durast was to the Usofs what a whetstone was to the sword. And Rhysa was a squaller.

    Midas prayed to the saints that his girl be made into a durast until his knees were swollen purple and his tongue bone dry. He prayed until he could pray no longer... So instead, he called upon his craft.

    Midas invoked Sankt Ilya to guide him down his unholy path. Damnation was a small price to pay to craft his daughter into something flawless.

From poets to paupers, only one thing was considered truly gospel. Anything, absolutely anything could be made perfect in the hands of Midas Usof.

     Including Rhysa Usof, just another product of the Midas touch.

STARRING !!!