BOOK ONE / ACT ONE
the girl with the damned crippled wing

IF THE WORLD decided to cave in on its own misery, who would be at fault?

          Would it be the worlds' since it succumbed to its wounds? Would it be its inhabitants as they took their habitat for granted? Or would it be the (only) fault of the bringer of chaos? — whomever that could be.

          The question itself was the means of an extremity with views (hints) of a foreseeable collapse. A tumble so grand the world you had once believed was . . . large —was anything but. Instead, it was as small as a speck of stardust; one as small as your heart, carving its initials into it while you bled into the flowers around you turning its once innocent-like white petals into a deep crimson. Staining the world of its cave-in, whosoever fault that may be.

          Because no matter who caused it . . . it's fall was inevitable. It was always inevitable. People like you and me, merely tossed the judgment aside—wanting nothing more than to live in our confinement, even if it suffocated our freedom. Even as we longed to dig our feet deep in the dirt, into the roots of the earth, to ensure our own survival and to see our unpledged future prosper.

But humanity proved in many instances to be cowards. Full of individuals who would rather stand idly by in their walls of confinement ignorant with bliss than to stand against the world around them, and venture out to seek the worlds beauty, despite never catching any glimpse of it.

          Kelaya Visha once belonged to those nefarious people. Her mind solely focusing on herself, never once did the idea of freedom every cross her mind—and why should it? She had everything cocooned inside her beautiful wings, selfishly keeping it to herself and damming anyone who held her accountable.

          Because if she had everything . . . Why through the heavens and earth would she ever risk losing it, on something she had always believed was in her grasp?

          So, who gave a damn if the world met it's demise and spewed countless of blood on its soil? (at least it didn't belong to anyone carved deep in her heart) So what if the world around her was a mere facade? (at least she would continue to stay true to herself) And, So what if the world was now against her? (at least the idea of freedom didn't corrupt her)

          Yet, it was her own ignorance that landed such a devastating hit on her wings—practically self-inflicted with her naïveté . . . and this hit, this hit proved fatal. Because the moment the world decided to cripple her wing and throw her out into a lions den . . . was the moment Kelaya Visha reinvented herself.

          All in the name of freedom.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄,, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 . . .
kelaya suffers the consequences of the
fall of wall maria, shattering her mind,
soul, and heart. leaving her to mourn
and raise two young children. while
also seeking revenge, yet is thrown
onto the path of captain levi a man
who's superiority complex clashes
with kelaya's provocative facade.

✦ AUTHORS NOTE — ignore the shitty writing again, I really just wanted to get this out. I'm so excited for this series. As you can probably tell, the crippled wing or wings are metaphorical. They symbolize the change Kelaya had to endure. This takes place before eren, armin, and mikasa sign up for the scouts and it will end around the time they graduate, then the next book follows eren x another oc. Also, be ready for angst and smut, trigger warnings will be posted before every chapter as your mental health is important! Love you guys ! <3          - NAT