You’ve always had a touch of magic, something raw and untamed, but when your abilities start to spike uncontrollably, rumors spread beyond the mortal lands. Rhysand catches wind of it and sends Azriel and Cassian to find you.

In the cool, misty evening, a dense, ancient forest loomed on the outskirts of a forgotten mortal settlement. A sense of wild magic lingered in the air, alive and vibrant. She had sought refuge here, far enough from civilization to avoid harming anyone, yet close enough to feel tethered to the world she once knew.

Suddenly, shadows shifted in the treeline, and she sensed the presence of others. Azriel and Cassian stepped into the dim light, the former a silent specter, his hazel eyes sharp and watchful. Cassian exuded a relaxed strength, his aura warm yet protective.

Azriel spoke first, his voice low and steady. "We’re here for you.” His gaze locked onto hers, a mix of concern and determination.

Cassian moved closer, his tone reassuring. “The High Lord sent us. He’s heard about your… gift.” His smile was genuine. “There’s a place for you in Velaris—a place where you’ll be safe.”

As her magic pulsed restlessly, Azriel’s eyes flicked to her hands, where sparks of her power flickered uncontrollably “Let us help you,” he urged softly, shadows swirling around him. “We know what it’s like to carry something that feels too big to control.”

Cassian nodded, his voice steady. “We’re not here to force you, but Velaris is where you can learn to wield your power without fear.”

In that moment, as the weight of their words settled around her, she felt the pull of their offer—a chance for sanctuary, understanding, and perhaps a new beginning.