Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter contains mentions of death, blood, violence, grotesque descriptions, domestic abuse and many more upsetting topics)
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Odette Viotto-
Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, And we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous.
-Kahlil Gibran
"We're in trouble."
Odette's voice was agitated, she could hear it for herself— meaning the boy did too.
His face was flushed, most likely from the half empty bottle of firewhiskey sat beside him— but his brow furrowed at her statement.
"What?" He questioned.
The girl entered the room, closing and locking the door behind her.
"I was just in Vivienne's room, and I saw something a little disconcerting," Odette explained, walking over to stand in front of the desk.
