Dyana's Point of View
I was born a Pendragon, in the direct branch of the legendary family, where every heir is supposed to embody excellence and power. My father never stopped reminding us: our lineage tolerated neither mediocrity nor weakness.
My older sister perfectly embodied this ideal. She had awakened the ancestral Pendragon talent, a magical aptitude so rare that it seemed directly blessed by a Seraph and attracted the respectful attention of all the magic masters wanting to take her as a disciple. Compared to her brilliance, I was only a pale shadow.
When my own abilities manifested, I only developed an epic talent related to metal. It was an honorable, practical, and solid skill, but it aroused neither admiration nor respect among our own, after all in a legendary family, the minimum was to have a legendary talent.
