They say no child could survive the frostfire storms of the Western Havens. But she did. Kiya was found at the edge of the burning treeline—alone, silent, her hair already glowing like dying embers. A sign, the Elders believed. A whisper from the fox spirits that something was coming. Something sacred. Something fierce. Taken inContinue reading “Kiya of the Western Havens: Born of Flame, Raised by Spirits”