Fireborn

The vision is a chilling reality. Chains biting into your wrists, the smell of disinfectant filling your lungs, and machines whirring to life around you. You see a bruised and shaven version of yourself, eyes burning with hatred, as strange fumes are released. Then, a sudden, violent awakening back in your bath, gasping for air, the terror lingering.

Your sister, Bragda, bangs on the door, impatient for her turn to bathe before your university Induction Ceremony. Putting on a brave face, you dismiss the vision as just a stress-induced nightmare, determined not to let it ruin this important day. As you braid tricolored ribbons into your hair, symbolizing your chosen paths of study, you reflect on your decision to pursue three disciplines – Healer, Sorcerer, and Wizard – a choice met with skepticism, even from Bragda.