Wolf of the North

Legend Born from Impossibility

Some say she's a myth—a story told to frighten children in the dark. Others swear they've seen her: a figure moving through battlefields like death itself, leaving only the enemy dead and the innocent untouched. The truth, as it often does, lies somewhere between the tales.

The legend of the Wolf of the North began sixteen years ago with a massacre in a small village. Glyphs descended without warning, tearing through homes and lives with brutal efficiency. When the dust settled, three of the creatures lay dead—killed, witnesses claimed, by a seven-year-old girl with nothing but her bare hands and a will that refused to break.
 

It was impossible.
 

It was also only the beginning.
 

The Name That Became a Weapon

The title "Wolf" carries weight beyond the feat itself. The Dire Legion of the Vesper Court bears the silver and black wolf as their sigil—a symbol of Malak's military might. When stories first spread of the feral girl being trained by the Shadow Prince, people assumed she would one day join that Legion. That she would become King Malak's weapon, sharp and loyal.
 

But the girl had other plans.
 

When she vanished alongside the prince, only to resurface years later in territories near the Celestial Court, the name took on new meaning. The Wolf of the North became an insult to Malak—his symbol, his weapon, fighting in his enemy's lands. The wolf that should have been his, serving purposes he could not control.
 

Both courts have tried to claim her. Neither truly owns her loyalty.
 

Myth, Monster, or Martyr

For fourteen years, stories multiplied. A girl who could not die. A warrior who fought with techniques that seemed impossible—using water as a mirror to see attacks before they landed, moving through shadows, appearing where she could not possibly be. Each tale had a seed of truth, but as the stories traveled from village to village, the details grew wilder.
 

Some claimed she was raised by wolves. Others said she died and came back with teeth sharper than before. Guards whispered of a "Traitor Queen" who hunted glyphs for sport and slept with a dagger beneath her tongue. Ballads sang of impossible victories against overwhelming odds.
 

King Malak spread his own version—declaring her dead multiple times, each announcement meant to crush hope and break spirits. But the Wolf kept returning, more legend than woman, more symbol than flesh.
 

The truth is simpler and more complex: she is real. She has survived what should have killed her a dozen times over. And that survival has transformed her from a person into something both courts fear and covet—a myth they can weaponize.
 

The Girl Who Can't Die

By the time she reached adulthood, the Celestial Court needed her as a weapon. When the war turned unwinnable, they needed her as a martyr. King Alberich, recognizing the power of her legend, eventually forced her public allegiance—not because he controlled her, but because claiming her legend was enough.
 

To the oppressed throughout the Vesper Court's territories, her legend represents hope—proof that tyranny can be resisted. To Malak's forces, it signals fear, especially when whispered alongside other legends that haunt their king.
 

Her fighting style defies categorization. Witnesses report seeing her wield both shadow and light magic simultaneously—an impossibility that makes magisters nervous and enemies hesitate. She rides an amethyst dragon whose very existence was thought extinct, proving that legends aren't always exaggerations.
 

The Reality Behind the Legend

Despite what kings claim, the Wolf's loyalty has never belonged to a throne. Her allegiance lies with people, not crowns—with those she deems worthy of her protection and those fighting for something greater than power.
 

She is not a monster. She is not a myth. She is not a weapon, though both courts have tried to make her one.
 

She is a girl who refused to die when the world said she should. Who learned to fight because survival demanded it. Who became a legend because sometimes the only way to protect what you love is to become something the enemy fears more than death itself.
 

The Wolf of the North is real.
 

And that, perhaps, is the most terrifying part of the legend.
 

In Her Own Words

"Nobody is born a warrior; you choose to be one when you refuse to stay seated. You choose to be one when you refuse to back down. You choose to be one when you stand up after getting knocked down. You choose to be one because if not you, Who?"

— Raven, called the Wolf of the North