Avallon Stories

Cithara Aeloira Elizell Aberra was the rightful heiress of the crown of Everdaile. She grew up without anyone knowing anything about her bloodline except for her mother and a wizard that saved her from a certain death. Cursed and unwanted, she was - cursed by her own father to bring doom towards the Immortal Realm and unwanted by the people around her. Being raised on a different kingdom, she felt different and was treated like a stroke of bad luck. Persistent to unravel the truth about her past, she had to do whatever it took. After being forgotten by the ones who wanted to end her life when she was just a baby, she was chosen to be part of a mission that no one had ever expected. Together with the Avallons, she would embark on a magical journey that would change her life forever. Nevertheless, the hole she dug herself turned deeper than she thought it could be. Having her existence would put her and the people around her to be in peril. What if she could discover what she was truly looking for?

ONC Longlister || Shortlister || Round 3 Ambassador Pick When the sacred Wind Scepter is stolen, the elven kingdom of Everdaile is plunged into chaos. Varelor, a disgraced prince, must uncover the truth behind the theft but his quest unravels a conspiracy that might paint him as the world's greatest threat. ❥๑━━ In a world on the brink of ruin, two elven brothers are bound by heart but torn by destiny. Varelor, the shadowed one, craves a throne that was never his and a legacy slipping through his grasp. Livian, the golden prince, fights for honor, blind to the darkness growing beside him. Caught between them is Kaelira--her touch, salvation; her words, poison. As kingdoms fall and betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, Varelor must face a devastating truth: to save the kingdom, he might have to destroy the one person he loves most. What makes a villain--the choices we make or the truths we can't outrun? ❥๑━━ ONC prompts used: 121. Unstoppable by Sia 125. Fear is the mind-killer. 126. Because you're you, and I'm me, and we just don't fit. 129. The ink of our souls binds us beyond the pages of time.