Twisted Flames |

Twisted Flames |

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 25, 2026
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Fanfic
Fourth Wing
Arknights
Olive was 14 when they came, 14 when they grabbed her and her parents leading them Calldyr to have her watch at they burned her parents alive, then she felt the pain, she looked down and flinched when she saw the winding shape of a relic snaking its way up from her wrist up to her shoulder, she sat there crying her eyes out, and when she looked up again everyone was gone and the dark night sky greeted her, then she herd it a soft sweet noise and as she looked down she was greeted with the two green eyes of a cat the color of ash. 6 Years Later Olive is ready and looking to spill blood.
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They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.

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