She Who Sleeps Beneath

For 165 days, Zaria has lived in silence.
No name beyond what they gave her.
No past.
No mirror.
Only a sliver of sunlight through stone, and the voice that whispers from the walls:
"Remember who you are."

Locked in a prison beneath the earth, Zaria doesn't know what crime she committed-only that her blood isn't quite human, and her touch makes steel melt. They say she's dangerous. A monster. A relic of old magic better left forgotten.

But Zaria knows how the guards move. How their fear smells. How the scraps they toss her barely qualify as food.
And she knows something is changing.
Her hands, once pale and still, are now traced with dark, swirling tendrils-marks that pulse when she dreams of silver trees and burning skies.

When the chains break and the magic stirs, Zaria is forced to choose:
Stay and rot in the dark.
Or rise-and remember what sleeps beneath her skin.