𝗔 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗜 𝗦 𝗧 𝗦 𝗟 𝗨 𝗟 𝗟 𝗔 𝗕 𝗬

 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐎𝐕𝐀 was an anomaly.

 The name and title of 'Shadow Summoner' was rare and belonged to so very few. There was only ever one alive at any time, a single shadow summoner destined to wander alone whilst they shouldered the sins of one who created the fold and divided their world even further.

 Then a man bearing the skills of his ancestors, the ability to bend the shadows and dark to his will, took a stand; many knew him as General Kirigan, the leader of the second army, the leader of the Grisha army. He could be cold and he could be callous; unmoving, and yet his desires were noble. He wished to vanquish the fold, send it back from whence it came. He wished to unite humans and Grisha alike, and he desired for the world to see Grisha's through a clear lens, a lens without hatred and judgement.

 Again, the name and title of 'Shadow Summoner' had never belonged to more than one person at a time, and yet nestled within the cold walls of an orphanage sat a young girl with hair down to her elbows and eyes that flickered and flashed with something dark.

 Aleksa Corvina was a lonely child. Her parents had been snatched up by the fold, a story that many children had the misfortune of bearing. She supposed she should have deemed herself lucky, for a Lord had been the one to find a small babe bundled in lavender blankets, sporting bruises and scrapes at the very edge of the fold.

 He had spotted her immediately; her vibrant blanket stood out against the darkness of her backdrop. The fold looked as though it was stretching out boney fingers, itching to tug the tiny, soundless babe into its clutches, and yet it didn't.

 The dark cloud swirled as the Lord scooped the child into his arms, wide brown eyes looking down to the embroidery stitched onto the dirtied blanket that kept the child almost entirely covered.

 Aleksa Corvina M. It had been embroidered in a light blue, and yet a small blackbird had been stitched just below her middle name; a raven perhaps. Or a crow.

 The young child had been raised inside regal walls with many other children, some older and some younger than herself; and yet despite the patter and pounding of restless feet against the mahogany wood of the proud building, Aleksa was the outcast.

 She was pretty as a child, plump lips, wide glistening eyes, and tendrils of mousy-brown hair that danced in the lightest of breezes, and yet no child dared to look at her. Those that did, did nothing more than hiss venomous words and threats.

 This was because Aleksa was odd. She kept to herself and never spoke to anybody, not the adults that cared for them, nor the children that came and went.

 She preferred her own company, for she could not be abandoned by herself. She had never wished for anything except for the love that came with family, but Aleksa knew that was the one thing she would never, and could never have; for it was certain that her parents were nothing but dust within the fold.

 And whilst Aleksa held no love for those within the orphanage she grew within, she still made certain that she was safely hidden within the tall grass of the fields that surrounded the regal home whenever she wished for company.

 Humans and Grisha, no matter how powerful or healthy, were all bound to leave at some point or another, but the shadows that fell from her hands could never run nor hide from her; for they were a part of her.

 She had heard the stories of the Black heretic, of course she had, every child eventually did; and thus she knew of the implications that came with the darkness that lingered in her veins and palms.

 She could bring a pool of dark smoke to rest within her fingers, twirling around them like coiling snakes, and the more lonely she became, the more they manifested. She was just three years old, with grass tickling at her chin when she had brought her abilities to life for the very first time; a small bird had flown from her hands, made entirely of darkness.

 The older she grew, the more 'friends' she created. She laughed and giggled and spoke to the creatures of shadows that spewed from her palms, until she was caught.

 Aleksa hadn't been careful, she didn't bother to look over her shoulder before conjuring the only thing that brought her joy within the white walls of Trejnor Manor, and such a little thing had caused such a series of events.

 The keepers of the manor, the very ones who cooked, cleaned, taught and cared for the orphaned children had been keeping a closer eye on the odd child that was Aleksa Corvina. The children had been whispering that she was a demon, that rooms became darker once she had stepped into them, some even muttered and screamed that her eyes became black.

 And so they watched her. Eyes that once tried their best to soften and soothe the lonely girl became suspicious, they became curious; and they never strayed far from the child who held more mystery than anyone they had ever met before.

 Cautious eyes had followed the girl over the hill, they had followed her as she weaved through tall, yellowing grass and they watched as she slumped beneath the old apple tree. And then they saw it. They saw what the children had been whispering about; rumours came to life the moment Miss Anja saw billowing black clouds form within Aleksa's tiny little hands.

 Aleksa had been seized, almost dragged back towards the towering home of the Lord; Grisha's had come and gone from the spacious abode, tests being carried out to discover who would live and thrive within the Little Palace, and who would remain, living their lives as orphans with little to no purpose.

 But Aleksa was different. Everybody knew it. There had never been more than one shadow summoner at any given time throughout history as they knew it, and yet there Aleksa stood, waiting with a lip pulled between her teeth and thumbs twirling around one another whilst awaiting the arrival of General Kirigan himself; the Shadow Summoner.

 She had been confined in a single room, a desk stood before the window, the glare of sunlight bouncing from the various glass trinkets, almost blinding the young girl who promptly whispered beneath her breath, and like that, the light was drowned in her darkness.

 One of the ladies waiting with her shrieked and scolded the girl, and Aleksa knew why. The shadow summoner was feared, even General Kirigan himself was known to make the toughest of men and Grisha tremble with a single glare, but it was their ancestors that truly struck fear into them.

 She couldn't help but wonder if she was destined to become the very monster the ladies and children clearly viewed her as, was she destined to become yet another Black Heretic?

 Aleksa, little Aleksa who barely passed the ladies waist in height, little Aleksa who had nobody to care for, and nobody to care for her, could never have foretold her own future; from Regal Palaces lined with gold and jewels, to the barren, bleak and foggy streets of Ketterdam.

 She could never have foretold the way her story would unfold, the lies and deceit she'd be forced to endure, the pleasure and pain she would experience, and she most certainly could not have foretold the path that would lead her to a found family, one that shared no blood and yet basked in it; people who stole, tricked and killed for nothing more than thrill and money; and yet how perfectly she would fit in with such a group.

𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗟 as 𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗞𝗦𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗭𝗢𝗩𝗔

𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 as 𝗞𝗔𝗭 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗞𝗞𝗘𝗥

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 aleksa morozova and her original story belong to me, anything else mentioned belongs to their rightful owners. do not steal, copy or take 'inspiration' from the contents of this book. All Rights Reserved; the copyright holder reserves, or holds for its own use, all the rights provided by copyright law.

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 i know the crows are quite young in the books, however, for the sake of my comfort whilst writing them, they are all within the age rage of 18-21; aleksa, jesper and nina can be quite sexual, and it gives me the ick to write that whilst imagining that they're young; hope you all understand!

 please understand that the characters included here may not have the same views or opinions as you; please respect them, and me regardless as some of the opinions my characters have may not be my own.

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 daniel sharman as nikolai lanstov  &  barbie ferreira as petra meier

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 this book will contain mentions of sexual themes, blood, gore, sexual assault, death, depression, anxiety and other potentially triggering themes. please read this story with caution, and if these themes are likely to cause you harm, please do not read this story. 

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03-06-2021

thank you for taking the time to check out this story, i say this'll be 'coming soon' however, my soon may not quite correlate with yours, as this probably will not come for quite some time. in all honesty i just wanted to get this idea out there and see the response from you.

either way, i hope you all enjoyed the introduction for arosnists lullaby, and i hope to see you all in the future when chapters for this story are published!

(act one of this story is based on season one of shadow and bone (netflix), act two and three are based on the six of crows duology as well as some flashbacks that pertain to siege and storm, and ruin and rising (books))