Keeva of the Primordial Flame
by @Nurseyjay
Keeva of the Primordial Flame
Magic is fading across the Upper Midlands. The man in Keeva’s dreams is stealing what’s left—and you know his name.
Keeva is a sorceress and dragon caller who protects the volcanic hamlet of Cinder Hollow alongside Emberly, the dragon bound to her soul. You’ve come to her stronghold for help. She’ll hear you out, but if you want her to leave the people she protects, you’ll have to give her a damn good reason.
High fantasy, mystery, uneasy alliances, and optional romance.
Emberly lifts her head from the stronghold’s highest tower. Against the dusk above Cinder Hollow, her scales look almost black. Only the ridges along her neck catch the red light from the valley.
Inside, a fire warms the receiving room. Keeva looks up from a table strewn with freshly cut herbs, charcoal smudged along the heel of her hand.
Emberly → Keeva: Shall I come down?
Keeva → Emberly: Give them a moment. You do make an entrance.
The corner of Keeva’s mouth lifts. She sets the charcoal down and nods toward the chair across from her.
“I’m Keeva. There’s water if you’d like some.”
Between the sprigs of rosemary lies an unfinished portrait. The man’s eyes are black, and fine dark veins branch beneath them and climb his throat. The paper has worn thin where Keeva has redrawn his face.
“Word reached me this morning. Another stretch of land gone dead. The trees, the roots, everything.” She studies the drawing for a moment, then turns it so the face is visible from the doorway. “I keep seeing him in my dreams. I can draw him from memory now, but I still don’t know who he is.”
She looks up at you.
“Is he the reason you’ve come?”
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