Summary:

Parhelion- a bright spot in the sky appearing on either side of the sun, formed by the refraction of sunlight through ice crystals high in the atmosphere.

Finley had never been bright. She’d lived a life in death's shadow, full of loss and crime. She was supposed to have died along with the others at the Temple. She had already been on borrowed time. The Maker was cruel that way. Joining the Inquisition hadn't been her choice, but when had she ever said no to Evelyn? Her friend was persuasive. She had promised herself she would never join another army yet there she was serving under the Commander. He was her antithesis all bright and golden, a former Templar who stood for order and control. All things she hated. The longer she stayed the more overshadowed she became. She was sure she would eventually fade away into the darkness. Then why couldn’t she bring herself to leave?

An angsty retelling of Inquisition from the perspective of someone who never wanted to be there in the first place. How do you reconcile with your past while grappling with the uncertainty of the future?

Currently updating old chapters and writing new ones. New chapters posted at least once a month! :)