Abalyes Voltaris

Abalyes Voltaris

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!!THIS FANFICTION IS BEING REWRITTEN (BUT THIS COPY WILL STAY HERE)!! !SPOILERS FOR BLACK PLASMA STUDIOS' SONGS OF WAR! The symbol in the front cover means 'I have the courage to live my dreams'. --------- My life is jumbled up, but every event lead to one possible path. Surviving through two wars isn't easy, and it comes with the price of losing the people that are closest to you. I almost lost my whole clan to the Second Great War. I'm the last pure-blooded Voltaris. Senn and Kayla are half Voltaris. I lost almost everything. ---------- Abalyes Voltaris is one of the 3 major charcters I have made. I really hope I didn't spoil anything for the fanfiction in the description. This is a Songs of War fanfiction. Songs of War is by Black Plasma Studios and if you're reading this BEFORE seeing the animation, what are you doing? Go watch the animation first! If you have any feedback, please put it in the comments, I'd love to know what you think about my fanfiction. Credit goes to skyA_theDumbass for making the cover.
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Some loves are born in sunlight. Others grow in the shadow of war. Astrea Ysoria was supposed to heal, not kill. Her hands were meant for mending bones, not gripping daggers. But war orphans don't get the luxury of choice-and when you're the daughter of the general who signed death warrants for rebels, your gentleness becomes a liability the moment you step foot in the Riders Quadrant. What breaks her isn't the bridge designed to kill soft things like her. It's him. Xaden Riorson. Five years of silence. Five years of pretending they never existed to each other. Five years of learning to hate what they used to love. But some bonds refuse to break, even when they should. Even when loving him is treason. Even when every touch feels like betrayal and every heartbeat whispers enemy. This is what happens when war takes children and forges them into weapons. When the only person who ever saw you as whole is the one person you're supposed to destroy. This is a love story. It's also a war story. Sometimes, those are the same thing.

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