Born into a sacred lineage of insectoid warriors—guardians of balance and protectors of the Giver’s pulse—Arcania was destined for greatness before he even hatched. His mother fell in the War of Hollow Wings. His father vanished defending the Sacred Bloom. Their legacies carved deep expectations int...o his shell.
But Arcania was different.
Where others trained with pride, he questioned the honor in blind obedience. Where tradition demanded silence, he spoke—of forgotten truths, of buried histories, of a creeping shadow no one dared name. The elders called it defiance. Arcania called it clarity.
Banished from his hive before he ever earned his wings, he now wanders the untamed wilds of Giver, neither outcast nor enemy, neither hero nor traitor—just a warrior in search of his own truth.
The winds speak his name. The trees remember his wings. But his tale remains unwritten. (more)