❝𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥,
𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦❞
or in which a grisha and a criminal battle the darkness of their world
[ shadow and bone season 1- ]
[ fem!oc x alina starkov, male!oc x...
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i. a searing burst of light
THE ARMY CAMP STOOD LIKE A FOUL SCAR against the barren landscape, dirtied tents leaning against one another pathetically; stained canvas ships shivering in a colourless sea. The shadow fold had that effect on things, Fianna had found. As soon as her unit had arrived at Kribirsk a week prior, she had stared at the great slash of darkness cutting through the countryside, unable to look away as the blackened clouds twisted and pulsed in an arrhythmic heartbeat.
There were often times when, with the Unsea looming overhead like a bad omen, she would look down at her scarred hands, as though to reassure herself that she wasn't fading away to nothing; wasn't being changed and warped into something wholly unhuman.
"Again!" The Grisha instructor's tone was harsh, impatient, ringing through the frigid air of the training area.
The Inferni cracked her knuckles, struggling to bite back the scathing reply practically begging to leave her lips. The Etherealnik group had been working through drills since before sunrise, and her feet had gone numb soon after - the Ravkan seasons were harsh, and despite the nine years she had spent in the saintsforsaken place, her body had never quite adapted to the climate. Fianna glanced up at the oppressive wall of shadow once more, uneasy in its presence. She couldn't bear to imagine the sort of creatures that lived within, never to know the feel of sunlight on their ruined flesh.
"O'Haodha!" the instructor barked, snapping the girl out of her reverie. "What part of 'again' didn't you understand?"
"Sorry, Natacha," Fianna said, gritting her teeth and trying to focus on the practice dummy.
Hearing a snicker from behind her, the redhead turned, eyes narrowing at the sound. Her brother stood, arms crossed over his lanky frame, emblazoned in the glittering silver thread that indicated his rank as a Squaller. His mouth had curled up on one side, his eyes glinting with their familiar mischief. He gave a slight incline of his head, as if to say Go on.
"Shut up." She mouthed, her gaze sharp enough to burn right through him.
Aware of the other Etherialki's eyes on her, Fianna planted her feet like she'd been taught to, before striking her flint. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself breathing life into the small spark, letting it grow in her gloved hand; a smile appearing on her face at the feel of the sudden heat on her skin. It bloomed like a rare flower in her palm, a wild and terrible beauty that was hers to control.
"Good," Natacha said approvingly from somewhere behind her. "Now direct it."
Moving her hands in a sweeping arc, Fianna drew the flame through the air; a burning slash of colour against the grey canvas of the campground. She couldn't help herself - a small smile graced her lips, her cheeks flushing with colour as the euphoria of summoning shimmered in her veins like gold dust.
