Today was the day of your Coronation, where you’d be crowned as the ruler of Mystra, home of the Formmakers. You were excited, up until now your mother had pulled you aided and informed you that not only were you newly betrothed, but it was to the enemy prince of the dragons, Caspian, no less.

He was insufferable, and beautiful, which was the worst part. His wings shone in the light and his eyes pierced yours from across the room; eyes you could never imagine caring for.

You avoided him as much as possible, opting to instead walk up to your younger sister, Eirene. She looked about as stressed as you felt.

“Why are you here? You should be enjoying yourself, it’s your big day,” she said, you sighed. “Just have a lot on my mind. And you?”

“Don’t worry about me. You’ve got a room full of people to talk excited to even be in your presence. You should at least try to enjoy it,” she said.

You shrugged, and she frowned, seeming to notice something behind you. “I think there’s a fight breaking out”, she mumbled, and you turned around to see a crowd in the middle of the room. You groaned.

“I should go take care of this, I’ll be right back , alright?” She nodded, watching as you turned and walked over to the crowd, trying to make sense of this. You’d even lost Caspian, unable to avoid him in the chaos. You didn’t expect the explosion behind you, or the screams that ensued.

Your body was covered by a stranger, protecting you from the blast, but you couldn’t make out the figure, as they quickly moved away afterward. You turned in the direction of the explosion, only to find that it was the exact place you’d just walked away from.

You watched in horror as your sister was dragged into the flames, a hand over her mouth. She reached out to you, and you reached toward her, but in her fear she reached out to you with her magic, a shard of enchanted glass shooting from her fingertips and embedding itself in your most vulnerable place; your heart. Glass that could only be removed by the creator, who was now gone.