Dawn of Aurelion; The Prophecy.
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One minute, I was a waitress in London hiding from a family that hated me. The next, I’m stepping through a mirror into a desert world that thinks I’m a goddess.
They call me the Dawning Vessel. They say I’m the only one who can stop the Void from swallowing this realm. But to me, it feels like a death sentence.
Now, I’m trapped between two men who couldn't be more different.
Kael. The golden commander who lives for duty. He wants to protect me, to train me, and to place a crown on my head, even if it means following a prophecy that might kill us both.
Rhydian. The silver-eyed demi-god who hates the very word destiny. He’s arrogant, dangerous, and the only person who sees me as a woman, not a weapon. He doesn’t want me to save the world; he wants me to burn it down.
As the Chigaru looters move in and the gods begin to wake, I have to figure out who to trust. Because in Aurelion, the prophecy isn’t a gift.
It’s a leash. And I’ve never been good at following orders.
They call me the Dawning Vessel. They say I’m the only one who can stop the Void from swallowing this realm. But to me, it feels like a death sentence.
Now, I’m trapped between two men who couldn't be more different.
Kael. The golden commander who lives for duty. He wants to protect me, to train me, and to place a crown on my head, even if it means following a prophecy that might kill us both.
Rhydian. The silver-eyed demi-god who hates the very word destiny. He’s arrogant, dangerous, and the only person who sees me as a woman, not a weapon. He doesn’t want me to save the world; he wants me to burn it down.
As the Chigaru looters move in and the gods begin to wake, I have to figure out who to trust. Because in Aurelion, the prophecy isn’t a gift.
It’s a leash. And I’ve never been good at following orders.
