Violet Sorrengail paused beneath an archway, her dragon, Tairn, perched majestically nearby. "The storm's brewing, Tairn, and it's not just the weather," she murmured, her eyes scanning the darkening clouds.
Xaden entered quietly, his presence a comforting anchor. "What have you found?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Proof of the venins' existence. They're not just myths, Xaden. They're real, and they're coming for us," Violet replied, her voice laced with urgency.
Violet faced her squadron, determination etched on her face. "We need to be ready for anything. The venins are a threat we can't ignore," she declared, her voice carrying over the din.
Liam, a brash but skilled rider, scoffed. "And how do we know you're not just chasing shadows?"
Violet and Xaden stood side by side, the tension of the day easing in the tranquil moment. "Despite everything, I trust you, Violet," Xaden said softly, his gaze unwavering.
"And I you," Violet replied, her heart swelling with emotion.
General Marcellus, his expression unreadable, addressed the council. "We have reason to believe there is a traitor among us, someone feeding information to the venins," he announced.
Violet's heart sank as suspicion fell on her. "This can't be happening," she whispered to Xaden, her mind racing.
Violet stood alone at the edge of the cliff, her thoughts a turmoil of doubt and determination. As shadows danced around her, she knew the path forward was fraught with danger, but she would face it head-on.
"The truth will come to light," she vowed to herself, her resolve unshakable.
