She is what the Houses fear.
A girl of many bloods.
A child cursed by the old gods.
Born beneath blood moons…
Cursed with the fire-kissed hair from House Ignara, skin like the rain-fed soil from House Dunmir, eyes that shift from quiet brown to the silver storm-glow of House Vireth, and a cyclone etched into her flesh by the breath of House Zaphira’ko—still pulsing, still forbidden, still alive.
A Resnonesse—a thing not meant to be.
Twelve Houses. Twelve gods. Twelve bloodlines kept pure by blade and blood.
No mixing. No pollution. No weakness. No mercy.
They chained her in silence. Shackled her wrists. Branded her spine. Made her crawl lower than the beasts they broke. Whispered her name as a curse—mixed-blood, filth, mistake.
At thirteen, they cast her into the Null’hymn—where the winds scream in lost tongues, where the grounds bleed from the wails of the possessed, and where the condemned are shredded into silence.
Not even oracles return from there.
But she did.
And when the Exilian found her years later, the mark upon her burned—red…then blue. The winds bent around her. The rain spoke in voices only she could hear.
They gave her a name: Scarlet.
They gave her a home: Vël.
Now, she walks with thunder behind her and a new god to follow: Vel’tasuun. A god destroyed by his own brothers.
They say he will return to annihilate the Twelve Houses…