Little Phoenix

The past doesn’t scare me, it inspires me. That’s how I’ve always thought of the past. My past pushes me towards my goal.

And I live on Vita, which is one of the only stellai erratica that isn’t at war with the rest of the stellai erratica and it’s full of life as well as many various creature species. There are the Alis people of the Alis islands—which are Caelum, Carkish, Pronnelis, Insulam, Caritas, Scire, and Cantis. On another island is Aenigma, where the Sphinxes live.

Then there are the Banshees that live on Tellus, in the city of Clamamus. There are the Daiemonium that originate from Inferna. On the other side of Tellus is the city of Deus, where the Prosopoeia live. Then the humans, Hallows, and the Veneficis live all over Vita. Well, the Hallows don’t really live anywhere, seeing as they’re ghosts, but they do live in Vita.

And as time goes on, you begin to yearn for something greater than what you have and what you want. You just got to figure out what that is.

Elias Tempest is a monster. She is someone you don’t want to mess with if you would rather leave with your life. She has no mercy on those who threaten the ones she cares about. A girl with a fiery temper, determined, blunt with a protective personality, and is someone with practically no filter; she is an absolute monster. She’s cold and an absolute nightmare to those who mess with her, but a ball of sunshine and happiness around her close friends.

Duty, strength, weakness, vigour, and resignation. It’s all Elias has ever known. Her father always told her to do things, to listen, to observe, and she did that.

The world feels like a gift she didn’t want. It was something that was put into her hands and was told that she must deal with it—and so she will. She has a rigid back and steady hands, both metaphorically and physically. But…is it nature or nurture? She has no idea anymore, and she is tired of being steady, dreaming of being alive. Not that she isn’t, but sometimes, it’s hard to remember that she has a heart between her ribs.

What happens when she is given a target who weaves his way into her heart?