You were just a fae. A young, normal fae with a normal fae life in your court.

The stories about heroes reached you, from time to time, and you admired them. But you were never one of them.

Until your court got involved in a war. You had to flee. You didn't want to die, but fate had other plans...

Rhysand stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you in the refugee camp, eyes wide.

"It's you. You're the one that can save us!"

But... why you? Did you even want to be their hero?