A Court of Valor and Strength

The night of Calanmai pulsed with the ancient rhythms of Prythian, the air alive with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant laughter of revelers. Bonfires flickered across the land, their flames leaping high as drums beat out a wild, hypnotic rhythm. Magic crackled just beneath the surface of every shadow and every breath, wrapping the world in a cloak of mystery and forbidden energy.

As midnight neared, the sky-usually a tapestry of stars and moonlight-suddenly split open. A jagged rift tore through the heavens, pulsing with a light unlike anything seen before in Prythian. The revelers below gasped, their laughter dying as they looked up to see a streak of shimmering, otherworldly fire plummeting earthward-a shooting star, but not of this world.

The rift's light shimmered like liquid silver, and from its depths, a figure was flung violently into the night. She tumbled through the air, wreathed in strange, unfamiliar magic, her presence sending a shockwave through the enchanted air. The impact of her landing sent tremors through the Night Court's wilds, disturbing creatures both magical and mundane.

She was not Fae, nor was she immortal, but the magic that clung to her was potent and old, foreign to the senses of Prythian's denizens. As the rift in the sky sealed itself, leaving only a faint echo of its passing, the night seemed to hold its breath. The girl stirred, her eyes opening to a world both familiar and utterly alien-a world where ancient courts and powerful magic ruled, and where her own fate was now irrevocably entwined with the legends of Prythian.

Azriel X OC

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