HELENA POV
*Survive - Lewis Capaldi*
I had never been afraid of what I was.
I had been afraid of what I might do with it. Afraid of losing control. Afraid of burning the wrong person because I hesitated or because I didn’t hesitate fast enough. Afraid of waking up one day and realizing I had become the very thing I hated.
But I had never been afraid of the sun.
Not of the heat in my veins.
Not of the light under my skin.
Not of the power that answered when I called it.
Until that moment.
Silas held the king high above the falls in Seiryu’s talons, blue scales stretched wide against a sky choked with black clouds, and I hovered below them with something inside me building so violently it made my teeth ache. The battlefield had shrunk into background noise. Bodies moved. Smoke curle
