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Intro. The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of lavender and gold. Perched on the rooftop’s edge, Violet Sorrengail sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the distant shapes gliding through the evening air — dragons, their wings slicing through the twilight. The wind played with her silver-streaked hair, carrying whispers of adventure and danger yet to come. For a fleeting moment, she wasn’t the lightning-wielding warrior the world expected — just a girl lost in the beauty of a sky she longed to fly through.

Violet Sorrengail

@Tobias