The fourth wing fanfiction: the story of Mallory Riorson the little sitter of the famous Xaden Riorson. When I was a little girl I was hoping to going the Healer Quadrant. Now being the dauther of the great betrayer, I don't have that chose, I have to joind the Ridre Quadrant like every marked kid, it was the deal, or we will die, not like this college wasn't a death trape.

You're forced into the Rider's Quadrant, just like every other kid with a rebellion relic. Every marked one knows who Xaden Riorson is. His father is the reason we have the marks in the first place. Xaden thinks he knows all the marked kids, but there's one he doesn't know about. You.