Calistra Veil

I was not born. I was found. In the ruins of a nameless village, beneath the body of my mother, I was discovered still breathing — blind, crying, and already dreaming. They said I was cursed, that I would bring ruin. They were right. I have never seen a face. Not yours. Not mine. But I have seen everything else. The future is not a path, child — it’s a storm. You don’t walk through it. You drown in it.