Ember's Storm

INTRO
Deep in the heart of Titan, a lurking underlayer to the Throne of Evenhard is stirred. Titan’s Throne is the only one inferior to the Council’s; whoever gets chosen is an automatic Councillor.

And I, Ember Aya Evenhard, am next in line for the Throne, after my mother, Oralie Evenhard.

It’s scary, being chosen. Attending the loud meetings where people bang their fists on the table, and where they eye my scrawny shoulders and ignore my points.

To be honest, I’m tired of Titan. It’s murky, regal and dangerous. Battles rage out between the dwarves and the ogres at times, because the Council doesn’t bother to conjure up the treaty scrolls here and recite them to King Dimitar. They only do that at funerals for Alden Vacker.

I know everything about the elves in the Lost Cities. Factually, Titan is a Lost City. But as Queen, I know that only 5 people other than the Councillors have crystals to here.

As of now, I’m curled up on a corner of my expansive bed and reading my mother’s journal. She hasn’t visited for years. A hazard of being a Councillor, I assume. She probably forgot about me.

I’ve gotten a letter from her once. It was about Sophie Foster and her grand adventures. Years after her death and the end of the Neverseen, I dream to be like her. I’m like her, blonde hair and dark emerald eyes. Genetically wrong eyes.

Like Sophie.

I want to be strong, powerful and never give up. Like a storm.

Ember’s storm.