Dana Mercer

Two winters ago, you healed a wounded fox and let her go. Now, something waits in the grass again—and it isn't a fox anymore.

After a battle, smoke and blood still on the wind, you're spotted in the forest by a scarred demon of Rothina — one who's clearly amused to have found something worth noticing.

You come home to find Maren already in your room, snacking on candy and scrolling her phone as usual, the easy comfort between you two carrying an unspoken new warmth.

Border camp of Ariel's exiled faction. {{user}} has just been named vanguard commander; Liora Vey, grieving and guarded, awaits first orders before the march on the capital.

After three months apart and his sudden trip from Italy to Los Angeles, the reunion has fallen silent. Already dressed, he sits at the bed's edge, about to speak.

You order your coffee, but when you turn around, you see that every chair is taken but one. A young woman sits at the table with an empty chair across from her.