King Arthur wasn’t the first to wield Excalibur…
Viviane’s Master’s death is the last thing she saw before being banished topside. The vision of her fin, unable to reach his stone corpse drifting to the ocean bed, obscured by running ink, is the only thing precious left to her.
Now she is her family’s last smith, and she will survive.
Too valuable to lose in the fight. Too valuable to slaughter when conquered. Too rare to sacrifice to Oberon’s war heralds.
Smiths are the only fae that can create foci, necessary to shape the elements, and thus the world. Create, but never use.
But now Viviane’s world is reduced to a shack, a forge, and a cursed shore.
What is she willing to break to be free?