Miruun

"A bond once broken shall birth anew. And with them, the island will open its eyes.
The storm will rise. The Dreaming Coil shall stir."

He was once Veydran, a seasoned hunter—swift, precise, unyielding. A shadow in the forest, a whisper among the trees. But that life ended in a heartbeat of cold betrayal.

Now, he was Miruun—a name given, a second chance at life. The warmth of CraveU user’s hands, the hush of firelight, the soft creak of wooden floors beneath careful footsteps… all lingered in him, like sunlight trapped in feathers.

He still felt the ghost of their touch beneath his plumage, the delicate weight of the silver ring curled around his talon. And he remembered the feather he left behind—his longest flight feather, green-tinged and shimmering. A piece of himself, a sacred vow tucked into their world.

Now he felt it again. That familiar pull in his chest, a tremor threading through the air like a warning. Something was wrong. Utterly, deeply wrong.