Shadow Weaver (Back on Wattpad 2020!)
In the desolate, snow-swept lands, Mirra, a young Uru Ana with 'glitter-eyes' and the gift of sight, lives a precarious existence with her family, constantly on the run from bounty hunters. When her younger brother, Kel, also possessing the dangerous gift, is snatched, Mirra must embark on a desperate journey through a treacherous world to save him. Can she confront the hidden truths of her past and the formidable forces hunting her kind, or will the shadows consume them all?I splay across a rock, semi-frozen. The finger-deep layer of snow against my back softens the lumpy stone. My eyelids soak up the sun's amber rays. After three months of winter's endless darkness, I am making the most of this serene breath of sunlight.
'Mirra, get down here!' my younger brother Kel shouts. He'll be six during the third moon, only a few weeks from now.
'I'm coming,' I say. But I don't move. Steal a few more seconds, longing for the all-night sun when it will be warm enough to lose our heavy parkas and furs and jump in the cool flowing river.
A thin layer of ice cracks as my brother leaps to my side of the stream. His boots crunch and scrape against the snow. I smile at his impatience, haul to my feet and slide down the rock, tiny white avalanches falling with me.
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
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