Dawn Raven

From the ashes of peace rose a child of war. Born to a house whose banners were stitched with blood, he was raised to believe that honor was sacred and obedience was survival. The world called him an heir to glory, yet curiosity drew him to the forbidden edges of battle—to the trenches where bodies sank into the mud and the air hung heavy with smoke and grief. There, among the shattered echoes of gunfire, he discovered that war was not valor. It was decay. It was the quiet madness that lingers after the shouting ends. Years hardened the boy into a man. His posture was regal, his heart unsteady. Behind the polished manner of nobility lived a spirit fractured by the memory of death. Still, he served his house with devotion sharpened by guilt, clinging to the faith his father once whispered as prayer. He dreamed of peace for the children who would come after him, of a world unshaken by the thunder of war. But peace is fragile, and history remembers what men wish to forget. When the drums call once again, he must choose between ending the legacy that shaped him or becoming its final echo.