PegasoNoSeinto

“The Unchosen One” is a dark fantasy novel with a romance subplot that follows Kaelen Terynholde, my OC, a soft-spoken and scarred warrior who tries to prove that her own existence matters.

If that sounds like something you’d like to read, you can find the links on my blog.

Day 1: Before Everything Went Down.

Kaelen POV:

I hate Mondays.

The school bell rang, indicating the beginning of classes.

I hugged my books tighter to my chest while I walked in the hallway.

A feminine, commanding voice echoed through the hallways.

“Look who’s here”

Then, as expected, the laughter.

I didn't have to turn to see whose voice it was. But I did it anyway.

Ravena Caelvryn.

She was dressed in a fitted blazer over a nice top with a skirt, everything coordinated with white or cream colors that contrasted so good with her midnight hair and ice blue eyes. She kept her hair in a sleek ponytail. Her eyeliner was so sharp that it looked like it could cut and her silver jewelry minimal.

Everything in her screamed “I’m in control and I know it.”

“Hi Ravena, it's lovely to see you” I answered sarcastically.

She scanned my outfit up and down.

“What are you even wearing?”

I glanced at my own outfit.

I was wearing my favorite oversized hoodie, with my favorite black cargo pants and my definitely over worn black Converse. I kept my hair in a side braid and I lacked makeup or jewelry.

“What's wrong with what I’m wearing?” I asked, confused.

“I would burn that oversized hoodie” She said, with a look of disgust on her face.

Her crew of friends laughed, again.

“Sure, Ravena, whatever you say.”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking to the classroom.

There she was, Ravena Caelvryn. The most popular girl of the Academy. The only one who had beef with me just for breathing in her direction.

The prettiest, until she opened her mouth. She was incredibly annoying and her voice had this demanding tone impossible to ignore.

I sat down on my chair. Professor Astor walked in with his signature calm steps. His robe brushing against the wooden floor.

“Good morning class. I hope you turned on your brains, not just your cellphones today.” He said, glancing at the classroom.

I heard some giggles behind me.

I sighed.

This is going to be a long lesson.

After class…

I was putting my things away when the Professor called me AND Ravena.

“Kaelen Terynholde, Ravena Caelvryn, would you please come over?”

I got up from my seat, Ravena got up from her seat with her friends. I took a step, she took a step and we almost collide.

“Watch where you are going.” She said, giving me a glare.

Aand there it is.

“I was here first” I said, calmly holding her gaze.

For a few seconds that felt endless, none of us spoke. We just stared at each other.

“Girls, that's enough.” Professor Astor interrupted our staring contest. “Your essay was very solid Kaelen, congratulations”

I smiled.

“Thank you Professor.”

Ravena rolled her eyes.

“What about mine, Professor?”

“Yours was impeccable too, Ravena.”

A smug smile appeared on her pretty lips.

I want to erase that smile off her face.

Day 2: The Spark.

Ravena POV:

Tuesday. Second period, and I’m already exhausted.

Morgan is telling me all about this girl he is seeing… I think. I should be focusing on what he’s saying but instead, my eyes keep wandering to where she’s sat.

Kaelen Terynholde.

There’s something about her that makes my skin crawl in an annoying way. Maybe it's the oversized clothes she wears, maybe it's the fact that you can tell she doesn't care that she's an Unchosen.

Maybe it's the way she bites her lip when she's thinking about something.

I shake my head trying to make those thoughts go away.

She's an Unchosen, Ravena. I remind myself. A lower class than you.

She doesn't even care about it though, she's free of prestige and expectations. Screams the annoying voice inside my head.

“Rav” A voice calls me.

I blink. Morgan is staring at me weirdly.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned.

I nod.

“Sorry, I haven't been able to sleep lately.”

That's not a lie, strange dreams have been filling my mind. Dreams of me holding a girl’s hand, dreams where I don't have to worry about what the others say, dreams where I’m not a disappointment to my family.

“I’m sorry Rav, is there anyway I can help you?” Morgan’s eyes shine with worry, he takes my hand.

Morgan is a cute boy, tall with eyes like the ocean and brunette hair. He’s the captain of the football team. I should be nervous to even be around him but I don't feel anything special.

His touch lingers for a few seconds long and I start feeling awkward. Is this supposed to have any effect on me?

I carefully pull away.

“I’ll be fine.” I force a smile.

He believes me.

Of course he does.

He resumes his conversation about this girl.

My mind wanders to a pair of certain honey-colored eyes.

Again.

Ugh.

I get up.

“Where are you going?” Morgan asks.

Oh, right.

“I need to put the Unchosen on her place” I put my mean girl facade. “She thinks she can enjoy the library with us.”

Morgan’s expression softens.

“Oh! Right, carry on.”

I approach Kaelen. She doesn't notice me at first, she’s wearing her headphones while writing something down on her notebook.

A sharp pain hits my chest, remind me of the times my parents ignored me when I talked to them about something that excited me.

No.

I’m Ravena fucking Caelvryn. Daughter of the Caelvryn bloodline. Descendant of Chosen heroes.

I’m above all of you.

Filled with determination, I tap her shoulder.

Kaelen looks up, confusion etched on her face.

She looks adorable, the annoying voice in me says again.

“Do you mind?”

She frowns.

“Do I mind what, Ravena?” There's a tiredness to her voice, like she's fed up with me.

Can't let her get bored of me.

I giggle, putting my hand over my lips elegantly.

“Leaving, of course.”

She sighs heavily, rolling her eyes.

“I’m trying to study, Ravena. Can you please just leave me alone for once?”

Sorry, Kaelen. I don't think I’ll ever get tired of watching your reactions. The voice in my head speaks again.

What was that?! Reactions? From this… this… loser?!

I pretend not to panic while I rest my cheek on my hand.

“Hmm” I pretend to think about it. “No.”

My friends laugh behind me. The librarian immediately shush us all. An old lady with her hair on an updo dusted in white and gray and a pair of glasses sitting low on her nose. She’s known for having poor eyesight.

“Silence!”

The librarian adjusts her glasses, looking at the source of noise.

“You!” She points at us. Not just my friends but my general direction. “Out!”

Kaelen giggles at me, a smile threatens to appear on my lips.

“You too, Miss Terynholde!”

Kaelen groans, putting her stuff away and leaving.

Stupid friends.

Day 3: The Fire.

Ravena POV:

School was finally over after a hectic day, I hadn't seen Kaelen all day and I was starting to get surprisingly worried. Where is she? Is she avoiding me?

I started putting my things away in my Prada bag.

“What a day huh?” Morgan was still with me.

“Yeah.” I placed a lock of hair behind my ear when I realized something was missing.

My phone.

I frantically searched the pockets of my blazer, the inside of my bag, but it was gone.

“What's wrong Rav?” Morgan asked, curiosity tugging on his tone.

I turned around to face him and sighed.

“I think I lost my phone.”

Morgan grimaced.

“Oh no, that's terrible.” He got closer to me, I could smell his cologne “Can I help searching?” His eyes glinted with curiosity and something more.

I backed away, my back softly pressed against the lockers and his body.

Does he take me for the damsel in distress?

“How do you plan to help?” I muttered, looking away from him.

He was so close that I didn't even need to raise my voice.

He chuckled, amused, his gaze lowered at my lips.

“You tell me. Where was the last place you’ve seen it?”

I felt uncomfortable. Something in me was telling me to run. To escape.

I was supposed to be attracted to this, to him, even. But I felt nothing, again.

Why does it frustrate me so much? What's wrong with me?

After a few seconds of pondering, I separated my lips to speak.

“I think the last time I saw it was in the pool.”

Morgan beamed. “Can I come with you?”

“I don't think so.” I answered immediately.

He looked at me confused.

Oops, too harsh.

“I mean, I can handle it. You can go home, we have a pile of homework to do after all. You should get started without me.” I placed my hands on his broad chest, gently encouraging him.

I felt the muscle underneath, the way his heart raced when I touched him, but I wanted nothing more than search for my phone.

He looked at my hands on his chest, then he looked at my eyes and gave a step back.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, his eyes never leaving mine.

I wish I could be more straightforward but instead, I put on my Chosen facade.

“Absolutely!” I force a smile.

He believes me, thankfully and nods. Then he gives me a look that I can't quite read and leaves.

Finally alone.

I walk to the gym pool absentmindedly. Morgan is right, maybe I left it here after our swimming lessons.

The door is slightly open.

Weird.

The pool area is empty, quiet. The smell of chlorine hits me immediately, sharp and familiar. My footsteps echo against the tiles as I step inside, scanning the pool deck for my lost phone.

There. By the benches near the far end.

Then I hear it. The sound of water moving, someone surfacing.

I freeze.

A familiar figure rises from the water and takes a step towards the pool stairs.

Kaelen Terynholde.

My breath catches as I drink in the sight. She's wearing a navy blue swimsuit that goes amazing with her skin tone. Her muscles, usually hidden underneath layers of clothing, are now visible, dripping with water. She catches me staring. A knowing smile painted on her lips, like she knows the effect she has on me.

She takes another step. Her leg muscles flex deliciously.

She takes the final step, she's out of the pool completely and I almost gasp.

She’s built like a swimmer, with broad shoulders, toned arms, strong legs and a hint of abs over the fabric that make my mouth dry.

“Hey Ravena, fancy seeing you here.” She says casually, like she didn't put up a whole show just for me.

My brain short circuits with her standing in front of me.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I stammered.

She gets closer, her eyes shining with mischief.

I swallow heavily.

“What are you doing here?”

I don't have an answer immediately.

Why did I even come here?

My eyes wander again through Kaelen’s strong body.

She giggles, taking her towel and drying off her hands to hand me my phone. Perfectly safe and dry.

“I believe this is yours.” A smile still dances on her lips.

I blink.

Oh, right. My phone.

I take it, awkwardly. Our hands brush for a second and I feel my cheeks burn to the tip of my ears.

I gaze at her, she looks unbothered.

I hate that.

“Uhh… thank you.” I’m finally able to say.

She nods in acknowledgment.

Silence.

My brain fires the alarms: WET MUSCLES, SMILE, ABORT THE MISSION.

I don't wait any second longer and I leave as fast as I can, almost slipping to the pool itself.

I hear Kaelen's giggle when I leave and I close the door behind me.

Kaelen POV:

I stay there, a smile dancing on my lips.

My mind rewinds to the moment of Ravena combusting in front of me.

Perfect, poised, always-in-control Ravena.

I cross my arms, looking at the direction where Ravena left.

“Hmm… interesting.”

Day 4: The Truce.

Third Person POV:

The afternoon sun slipped through the branches, spilling gold across the courtyard. Kaelen sat underneath an oak tree, her notebook balanced between her knees, her handwriting so precise it almost looked printed. A few strands had fallen from her braid and the afternoon breeze kept playing with them.

Ravena told herself she was just passing by, that this path was the quickest to the library but her feet moved without her noticing to where Kaelen was sat.

“You even write like a teacher’s pet.” She said, folding her arms. “Whose handwriting is that neat?”

Kaelen didn't look up immediately “Sorry, should I mess it up for you?” She shot Ravena a look, her lips curved in amusement.

Ravena scoffed, though her pulse jumped. “You could try being normal for once, you know?”

Kaelen tilted her head.

“And how does normal look for you, Caelvryn?”

The question lingered in the air. Ravena separated her lips to speak but nothing came out. For a second, the mask faltered and Kaelen saw it. The shoulders falling, the faint uncertainty under the poise. Almost like seeing a shooting star. Rare, wonderful.

Kaelen’s lips curved in a small smile, “You don't have to be perfect all the time, Ravena. You can just be yourself, and that's valid.” She said quietly

Kaelen’s words hit harder than she expected. Ravena looked down at the notebook, gazing at the lines she was mocking earlier.

“Some of us don't get to be anything else.” She murmured.

There was a soft silence, the kind that seems that could break with a single breath. A bird sang from the branches. Kaelen’s pencil rolled out from her knees. Ravena picked it up and handed it to Kaelen, her fingers brushing for a second too long. Neither of them mentioned it.

Ravena straightened her posture to her usual level. The mask slipping back into place. “Your handwriting still annoys me.” She said, her voice lacking her usual demanding tone.

Kaelen’s lips curved into a smile, unbothered. “For someone who says that she hates it, you sure stared at it for too long.”

Ravena gave her a dismissive huff, her cheeks burned but she didn't allow either of them to see it. “Don't flatter yourself.”

“Too late” Kaelen said, and the smile that followed haunted Ravena all the way to the next path.

Day 5: Kaelen has enough™️

Kaelen POV:

I arrived at the Academy with lighter steps and a distracted smile on my lips. The conversation I had with Ravena by the oak tree yesterday lingered on my mind.

Maybe this time things will be different.

I walked to my locker.

Ravena was already there, flirting with some tall, blue-eyed boy and giggling. Giving him the type of gentle smiles I thought she only gave me.

I felt a pang of pain in my chest.

Why do I even bother?

I opened up my locker and a flood of papers from inside almost knocked me.

Papers filled with “loser”, “teacher’s pet”, amongst other things that made my chest feel even heavier.

I looked at the papers, then I glanced at Ravena.

She was laughing with her friends. The boy pulled her into a suffocating hug, and she didn’t seem to mind.

Of course.

“What did I even do this time?” I asked her, with my jaw tight.

Ravena giggled.

“You breathed in my direction, Unchosen.”

More laughs followed. Memories of the pool, of the oak tree, whispered of a different Ravena.

This Ravena was all over this… boy.

A Chosen boy. The captain of the football team I believe.

I clenched my teeth and I grabbed her wrist.

Gasps rippled through the hallway.

“You and I need to talk. Now.”

My voice came out lower than I intended, shaking—not with fear, but with everything I’d been swallowing since yesterday.

“You and I have nothing to talk about.” Her words were cruel but there was something more underneath.

I didn't let her finish her sentence when I pulled her out of the boy’s embrace and I took her to the stairwell. Pinning her against the wall with my hands on both sides of her head.

“Okay, we have to talk. Why do you bother me so much? Are you into me or something?”

Ravena scoffed but her cheeks burned red.

“Don't flatter yourself, why would I like you?”

My lips curved into a smile seeing her blush. I got closer to her.

“I don't know, you tell me.” I slid a finger under her chin and made her look at me in the eye.

Ravena’s blush deepened, turning her gaze away from me but making no effort in pulling me away.

“I hate when you look at me like that.” She muttered

“Like what?” I said, softly.

“Like you care”

There was a long silence.

I caressed her jaw with my finger, Ravena pulled me closer to her, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our breaths were so close that they mingled while I searched for her eyes again.

Ravena held my gaze with more confidence this time.

I gazed at her pink lips and I separated mine to speak.

“What if I do?”

Ravena’s lips curved into a smile, not her signature smug smile, a genuine one.

“Shut up and kiss me.” She whispered against my lips.

“Gladly.”

My hands traveled to her tiny waist, I closed my eyes and kissed her.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. I took my time to taste her. She tasted like fresh berries and mint. It was addictive.

She pulled me closer to her, pressing me against her body while she caressed my back under my oversized hoodie. I felt her long nails slightly scratch my back muscles.

We separated, panting. Staring at each other's eyes.

Prologue: Ashes Speak.

A cult came cloaked in silence, under a moonless night, bearing fire like a verdict. The sacred wall waited in the belly of a forgotten cave, its carvings etched into stone older than kings. Moss and root veiled the entrance, a place known only to those who remembered the old ways. The prophecy flared faintly beneath the torchlight—lines of ancient script that pulsed once like a heartbeat.

“We are the Chosen, we must recover what is rightfully ours: the Unchosen territory.” A voice from the group stated, a leader. “And for that, we must destroy them like the scraps of society that they are.”

Then they stepped forward. No war drums. No warning. Just ritual and ruin. With torches raised, they began the unmaking—chanting words meant to erase memory. The wall flared again, brighter this time. As if it knew.

“Let history forget its name.”

“Let the flame be buried with the stone.”

“And if the sword finds it still—then let it all burn.”

Flames licked the wall, swallowing the words as if devouring history itself. Ancient lines cracked, glowed, turned to ash. The cave lit up in gold and red as smoke curled toward the carved ceiling. When the chanting stopped, all that remained was silence—and ruin.

One by one, the cloaked figures turned and left. Their footsteps echoed through the stone passageways, growing fainter with every step.

But she stayed.

A woman, young then, her face half-shadowed beneath her hood, lingered at the edge of the fading firelight. Her gaze swept the blackened wall, now cracked and crumbling, heat still radiating from its core. Something caught her eye. A faint glint in the ashes.

She hesitated and looked back. No one was watching.

The others were already vanishing into the dark, their boots crunching over gravel. Heart pounding, she knelt before the ruin. Her fingers brushed away soot and ember, and there it was—a shard of prophecy, stone still warm, its symbols barely intact. Just enough to whisper.

She pocketed it.

Then rose, blending back into the crowd like she had never stopped.

Time moved on, as it always did. The world forgot the fire. The cave was swallowed again by moss and fog, its story buried beneath centuries of silence.

But the shard endured.

Years later, the same woman lay fading beneath wool blankets, her breath shallow, hands gnarled like the roots of the old trees. The room was quiet, save for the crackle of a hearth and the hush of fabric as a little girl was brought to her side. Anwyn. No more than six winters old, hair tangled, eyes too wide for someone so small.

The old woman reached for her.

“Come closer, child,” she whispered, voice thin as thread. “There’s something I must give you.”

Anwyn hesitated, glancing to the others in the room—stoic faces, brimming eyes—but they gave a silent nod. She stepped closer.

The woman’s hand trembled as she reached beneath her pillow and pulled something wrapped in faded cloth. A ring shining on her finger with an eagle symbol. She placed it in Anwyn’s palm—small, warm from the bed, and heavier than it should’ve been.

“Keep this,” she said. “One day, you’ll understand.”

Anwyn stared at the object in her hands. She didn’t understand. Not then. All she knew was the way her mother’s voice wavered, the way her fingers curled so gently over hers, and how a strange weight settled into her chest. A promise she didn’t make, but somehow inherited.

The old woman smiled once, closed her eyes. And then she was gone. Anwyn broke down over her, filling the silence with her sobs.

A gathering was called not long after Anwyn’s mother was buried. The air was still heavy with grief, the hearth still burning low.

People circled around a great two-handed sword laid on the ground—its blade weathered, its presence sacred. A ritual was about to begin.

A Warden stepped forward, voice solemn as stone.

“The sacred wall has been destroyed. We swore to protect it—and we failed. But the light must endure.”

He turned toward the crowd.

“Darian Terynholde, please, step forward.”

A young man broke from the circle. Blonde, blue-eyed, his frame bore the scars of battle—proof of both youth and pain. He knelt before the sword in silence.

Anwyn stood among the onlookers, half-hidden in the crowd. Her fingers fidgeted with the eagle-ring on her hand, the weight of it colder now.

She whispered, more to herself than anyone else,

“This will cost him everything.”

The room hushed as the sword was lifted by the Wardens. Low murmurs began to rise. Darian reached for it.

His hands trembled.

“Sub Alis, Lux,” the Wardens intoned.

“The light beneath the wing must rise again.”

Darian grasped the hilt. Anwyn gasped. His face twisted in pain as blood spilled down the worn leather, staining the blade with sacrifice. But still—he lifted it.

The sword rose. And with it, the legacy began again.

The wall was gone. But the fire remained—in ring, in sword, in blood.

That’s the prologue babes 🫶

The rest is living rent-free on AO3 and my mind lol.