Dagger Tail <> Fourth Wing

Xaden Riorson's first year at Basgiath... told through the eyes of his twin sister, Esther Riorson.

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Esther realized very early in their life that she and Xaden were too alike. Maybe not in the ways that were evident to others, but ways that counted on the inside; in her heart.

A longing for freedom, a need to get out of the house, and a deep hate for the clothes they were forced to wear while at court.

And because of that likeness, those around them tended to view them as a singular person, a conjoined soul. So Esther stopped wishing for freedom and started sheltering herself away in the libraries, or in the training rooms, or even the roof of the house. Of course, Xaden always found her, no matter where she hid, but Esther never minded.

She started showing up to etiquette classes and caring what she wore to parties, but it was never enough. Esther yearned for the open night sky and the endless lands around them, to see the oceans and foreign kingdoms.

And then Aretia burned down, her father along with it, and Esther realized she would never have that freedom. So with a relic winding up her left leg to the top of her arm, and fifty three shiny scars across her back, she trained until she couldn't stand, and then trained some more. Her life had been bound to a single duty, one path that she could never leave.

Basgiath War College: The Riders Quadrant

Welcome to the Fourth Wing.

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Fem! Oc x Mira Sorrengail