She was born to lead, destined to bring her people out of the darkness into which they had been cast. It was foretold that she would turn the tide of a great war and bring pride to her people's name. And so she did.
Katara Black, a mercenary by the time she was sixteen, and a traitor to her kind before that. An enigma to her world, the Shadow Realmer who fought for the very people who exiled her kind. Who laid her life on the line for a kingdom that wished her dead. The girl who lost herself, then become someone new.
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Scepter of Blood
“It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” The Queen murmured as she stepped regally from behind her guards. “I forget what name you’re going by now, is it Kira? Kyara?”
”If it’s all the same to you, I have better things to do with my time then to exchange in idle pleasantries.” Katara snapped impatiently.
”Ah yes, of course, of course. You’re a general now. And with great power comes great responsibility. Are you quite sure you’re ready to shoulder that burden?” Queen Sarafina smiled softly.
Katara’s gray eyes glittered with restrained anger as she forced herself to remain silent.
”You are running from your destiny my dear. You may change you name, your face, but you can never change who you are.”