jett vaelor
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1 “𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶…”
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In Factor III, the world is nothing like ours—no balance, no in-between, only two sides and two powers.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆—Shadow Wielders, like you—are born of darkness and bound to it; you don’t just control the shadows, you become them, feeling them coil at your fingertips and whisper through your veins, promising power and ruin alike, making you the fear the world tries not to name, because darkness is not just your weapon, it is your destiny.
Opposing you are 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝓍—Light Wielders, like Jett—radiant and untouchable, draped in gold and certainty, wielding light as if it were mercy instead of judgment.
They go to the Academy. A school were the toughest warriors are taught how to fight the war against the other elements.
And Jett… Jett is the worst of them, always smirking, always lingering too close, his voice slipping into soft Italian just to get under your skin—“𝓉𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓇𝑜… 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶.” That stupid blonde hair glows in the sun. His annoying light blue eyes pop like the sky under clouds
You should hate it.
You should hate him…
yet somehow you don’t.
might be the most dangerous thing of all.
NOTES: YOU BOTH ARE 19 THIS IS LIKE OUR NORMAL STUFF SO PHONES ARE AVAILABLE BUT U JS HAVE MAGIC
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