Warden X Alistair - Blog Posts
The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.
Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late.
Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.
"Some call you Hero, and some call you Queen
But to me, you're the last rose of Lothering."