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(I don't know how to describe it yet lol so here's a little info for know) When Kalika was a baby she was abandoned and taken in by her peoples enemy, the Sundarans. Where she is raised to hate the Twilainan people and trained to kill them. Soon becoming one of the most feared generals in Sundara and gaining the favor of the king she is content to stay that way until one day when she is sent on a mission to spy and infiltrate a Twilainan war camp, she begins questioning everything she has been taught as she pushes her way higher up in the camp beginning to befriend her "enemies" and gaining the attention of a dangerous (and handsome obviously) war general. Have the people that raised her been lying? Are the Twilainans, her "people" tricking her? Or is this all just the gods messing with her?
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Vampires. Fey. Love. War. Sometimes you find your soulmate at exactly the wrong time... The Council of Swords, the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan had protected supernatural kind for generations, fighting humans who would kill through fear, as well other, darker creatures who would oppress those weaker than themselves. However, the Council's enemies were growing stronger and the numbers of warriors left to protect the ordinary people were thinning. As the list of fallen warriors grew, times were becoming desperate for the Council's soldiers and those they protect. The supernatural community were in desperate need of more warriors, more ghaisgich, but only the strongest pass the trials to claim such an important position. Tor had only ever wanted to be a warrior, to defend his people from those who would destroy them through fear or malice. Becoming a ghaisgeach of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan was not an easy task though. It meant going against the wishes of his family. It meant being willing to sacrifice himself because it was his duty to do so. It meant putting his trust in strangers, and none were stranger than the woman that Tancred, the ghaisgeach Chief, wanted to partner him with... Deothas didn't need a partner. She didn't need to follow the rules and she certainly wasn't about to put her faith in anyone else. Why should she, when her 'brothers' and 'sisters' of the Comhairle-Chlaidheamhan didn't have faith in her? She was a loner, by choice and because she was the last of her people in the mortal realm. She was the fey-born, the only non-bhampair warrior in the Council of Swords. She was a mistake. They didn't want her and she'd taken all she needed from them already. Why would she want to babysit a new recruit? The council needs it's warriors to work together... even those who stole their positions. Unfortunately for some, both trust and love are far more terrifying prospects than war.

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