Dream Breaker: Sapphire

I was never a hero. I was a scribe, hidden behind ink-stained hands and silent obedience. They trusted me with their secrets, the forbidden truths the Healing Church swore no one could know. I learned too much, and I paid for it.

So, I ran.

The Old Blood in my veins is a curse I refuse to give in to. I tell myself I'll cure it, that I can suppress it-because if I don't, it will consume me. Every step I take is survival, and every village I pass is just another reminder: I can only trust myself. Alone, I'm safe. Alone, I can't be betrayed.

But fate doesn't care about my plans.

He came out of the dark like he belonged there-Narsus, silver-haired and sharp-tongued, with Cainhurst secrets written in the way he moves. I don't trust him. I shouldn't trust him. But when you're surrounded by beasts, sometimes the person you want to run from is the only one pulling you back to your feet.

This is my story-the moment I stopped running. For anyone who's ever fought to hold on to themselves, who's ever been haunted by the weight of something they didn't ask for-this is how it started.