THE HEIR OF STORMS | Garrick Tavis
Illena Draekar had no idea why she applied to be a dragon rider.
She had her reasons, of course. But her reasons were a secret, and Illena was so full of them that she didn't know anymore what was a secret and what was just a fact. She had a plan, that was a fact. But the plan itself was a secret. The war was getting worse, that was a fact, and was also a fact that Illena was the one to blame for that. Which war? That was a secret. Why she was the one to blame? Also a secret. Why she had so many secrets and so many facts? Well, that's a secret. But I'll give you a fact: she thinks it's time to fight. And what better place to begin than Basgiath?
The marked ones were there. The dragons were there, the professors, the weapons, the lies, the reasons, they were all there.
The only thing she did not expect to be there was love. But love was for children, and Garrick surely wasn't one.
Illena may have fallen in love with him, anyway. But that was a secret as well.
And also a fact.
(This is a Fourth Wing fanfiction, the characters and the story belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only the main character, Illena, is original)
