She’s nineteen when the Fjerdans slaughter her parents, her best friend, right in front of her.
She’s nineteen the first time she calls forth the Light, makes them pay.
She scorches them, reduces them to ash, dust in the wind. And when they run, she follows them, and oh, then, they learn fear.
Peace, Alina decides, was never an option. - great and terriblebyDella19
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