Throne of Blood and Ash
Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Blood Purist
Dragged to our first class together, held outside below the glare of the sun within a massive colosseum that spanned multiple football fields, my heart stirred as I stared at the unknown dozen or so first-years gathered in the air and on the ground. Some bore wings like a wyvern; others held bird-like wings with various features that did not bring down my expectations. I marveled from half-elves to Dragonborn, lizardmen, Teridians, Somalrians, Trents, and more. There had been so many it felt like I had entered Blackpool for the first time.
"First Years!" A gallant voice consumed with heroism bore down within the air, ensnaring my attention as I turned to a middle-aged Teridian. He stood firm like that of an oak tree bearing a mane of fire that shimmered like that of a burning star.