My Blood Wizard System
Kayo tackles Rowan so hard they both go down in a pile of tails and books and pure joy.
We stand in the center of it all, six shadows stretching long across the plaza, while the sky above us rearranges the stars into one new constellation:
A blackbird carrying a burning sun, wrapped in coyote tracks, circled by nine fox tails, framed by dragon wings and an open book.
Permanent.
Real.
Ours.
Later, when the sun finally rises (real sun this time, golden and gentle), the Sky King approaches alone.
No crown.
No armor.
Just an old man in simple gray robes, eyes the color of distant thunder.