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. ***
Mock Trials
"Iza is up!" I shouted, snapping my eyes open as the words came to my lips. I blinked, staring at Ves, glaring at me. "H-h-how long was I asleep? A month? Two? Gods, a year!" I panicked, looking down, unable to find any sort of weakness that came with atrophy. "I'm… fine?"
"Pfft!" Ves laughed, covering his mouth. He looked relieved, more so than I could imagine. "Yeah, you're fine. You've been out for a few hours, that's all," he said, to my relief. God only knows how bad things might have gotten if I'd been asleep longer. "How are you feeling? Hungry?"
"Iza can always eat." Rising to my feet, I glanced down, noticing I was still in my torn clothing. Only it was clean. A cleansing spell, perhaps? Ves was pretty good at arcane magic, after all. "Let me get changed."