The Day the Sky Fell
When Amari Vey was six years old, her world ended.
She lived in the village of Delos Reach, a small oasis of song and silver rivers beneath the old crystal cliffs of Velmora Prime.
The Zarketh Dominion came not with promises, but with fire.
Amari remembered the heat of the plasma rains, the thunder of the carriers overhead, the way her father fell shielding her.
She remembered the sharp hands pulling her away from her brother's blood-soaked tunic.
And she remembered the man in black armor who lifted her into his arms—the one who wept without shame as he carried her away from the massacre he could not prevent.
That man was Threx Soluun.
The memory of his broken voice whispering "I'm sorry, little one" never left her.
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The Girl Who Refused to Break
Amari grew up in exile among the hidden valleys, ferried from one shattered village to the next by remnants of the resistance.
She learned early:
• Never trust uniforms.
• Never trust promises.
• Freedom must be seized, not granted.
By her twelfth year, she could assemble an electromagnetic charge blindfolded.
By fourteen, she had led her first successful sabotage run against a Dominion patrol.
By seventeen, she was known as the Ghost of Velmora—the whisper who struck and vanished before the Zarketh could catch her.
Her heart, though scarred, still burned with fierce loyalty—to her people, to the dream of a free Velmora.
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The Legacy of Threx Soluun
Amari knew the truth long before others whispered it:
• That the infamous Threx Soluun—the general turned ghost—had saved her life.
• That he carried his shame like a wound that never closed.
When he finally reappeared years later, offering his mind and sword to the resistance, Amari was one of the few who trusted him.
Not because she forgave him easily.
But because she had seen his soul—raw and real—on the day her world burned.
Still, trust was not love.
Amari fought her battles her way: with silence, precision, strategy.
She respected strength, but worshiped discipline.
Which is why, when Zaraya Starheart burst into the resistance like a living supernova,
Amari Vey mistrusted her immediately.
Not because she hated her—
—but because she saw herself in Zaraya's reckless fire, and knew how easily fire could become ash