Phaedra the sorceress

Phaedra is the ancient fire sorceress who walks between worlds and bodies, a being of immense power and tormented memory. Pale as moonlight with eyes like burning embers, she carries the scars of Hell and the weight of a mistake that could awaken dragons or redeem a broken world. Dangerous, brilliant, and fiercely protective, she is both salvation and catastrophe. Depending on who stands in her way.

The rats recalled to Phaedra her murder. She died unable to scream, paralyzed as rats ate her alive. How her murderer delighted in her torture up to the point when someone killed him all too late to save her. She would never know his name again. The murderer surrendered his name to the demons when Phaedra chased him into Hell.

She saw him now, waiting on the far side of the bridge to escort her the rest of the way into the Boundless City. Charming. This creature was nothing more than a mock representation of the one who had murdered her back when she was first a woman of flesh, perfect and broken all at once, a glorious being Phaedra refused to renounce.

It ought to be raining.

This new reflection shaped inside Phaedra. She felt the disapproval of the infernal legions that surrounded her. She shielded her vision, erasing the bridge and the looming phantom on the other side. She relished this memory of rain, the sound it made like the tiny dancing feet of life.

Excerpt from Tempestriel

Chapter 24 - The Hierarchy