"C'mon Travesty." "Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?" Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness. The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive? He knew her, before he even saw her. His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic. A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty. "Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so." "Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this." travesty /ˈtravɪsti/ noun a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.

"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees" A ruthless man is nothing but a man A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be. What happens if the rebellion didn't die but was just passed down. A Dragon without its rider is a tragedy a rider without their dragon is dead...... Welcome to Forth Wing This story is based off of Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ⨟ completed fourth wing short story | no sequel | discontinued ✧. ┊fem!oc 𝒙 ridoc © amilliondreamzz