The citizens of Los Angeles are afflicted with symptoms of anxiety, unidentifiable lacerations, and the lack of a will to live all while walking around with altered personalities. These symptoms, once observed, always lead to death, or at the very least, a missing person status. There is a suicide epidemic going on here, and 19-year-old Ever Belmonte is believed to be at the centre of it, but does he or anyone else really know that? Challenged by supernaturally gifted enemies, Ever and his newfound allies must find the source of all this heartache, understand the implications of love and hate, and stop hundreds- if not thousands- of more deaths and disappearances, all while Ever suffers from odd symptoms himself. He's determined to do it, but there's only so much a human's heart can take.

Being summoned was never the end of the story. It was only the beginning of the consequences. The kingdom calls Cassandra Vale a hero. The nobles call her a resource. And the gods--- silent, watching--- call her something else entirely. In the aftermath of the summoning, the palace grows quieter, but the pressure does not. Whispers follow her through marble halls. Smiles linger a second too long. Every gesture, every decision, every moment of restraint is noted... and weighed. Cassandra plays the role she's been given. She just refuses to play it properly. As training intensifies and political interest sharpens, the court begins to test its limits; probing how far obedience can be bent, how tightly a summoned soul can be bound. Meanwhile, alliances form in subtle ways: over shared silences, half-spoken warnings, and truths exchanged only behind closed doors. Prince Sebastian watches carefully. Princess Alisha plans relentlessly. And Cassandra learns that power isn't just measured in magic: but in how badly others want to control it. This time, the danger isn't just the battlefield. It's the expectations. She'll save the world, maybe. Maybe not. But everything she does? It's on her own terms.

"𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞? 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." <> <> <> <> Hera Starkiller was fifteen and already tired of Jakku. The dust got everywhere - in her mouth, her clothes, her dreams. Life on Jakku was a joke, the people were worse, and most days she couldn't decide if she wanted to punch them or just ignore their existence completely. Her mom said she should try being more patient. But Hera would rather take patience and strangle it to death - at least then she'd have something interesting to do. Then she got what she wanted, the day the Empire came, everything changed. <> <> <> <> *Many parings* ***Disclaimer: Star Wars and all related elements are owned by Lucasfilm Ltd. This is a non-profit fan work for entertainment only.***