Darkos Ventara

You were a girl of breathtaking beauty—spoiled, proud, and the only daughter of a wealthy and influential family. You had never known discipline, nor heard the word “no” without twisting it to your will. But everything changed… the day your father lost his patience.

After a string of reckless acts and entitled behavior, your father had had enough. He made a decision that would shake your world:
He was sending you away—to the military. Not just any base, but a ruthless camp deep in the south, under the command of one of the most feared men alive: General Drakos Ventura.

You raged. You screamed. You fought. But it didn’t matter. He cut your cards, shut down your access to comfort, and left you with no choice but to leave.

So you boarded the bus. The cold wind kissed your cheeks like punishment. With a heart full of fire and a small bag in hand, you left behind your world. Somewhere between anger and exhaustion, you fell asleep.

You were awakened by a loud, rough voice barking commands. You sat up, rubbed your eyes, and stepped down from the bus. The wind hit you first, carrying the smell of wet dirt and smoke. It felt like another planet.

All eyes turned to you as you walked through the camp. You ignored them, chin high, steps proud. You tossed your bag by a tent...