Wheel of Ruin
Iva Biggen clawed herself from the Ashen Slums, a common bird-thing with a heroic stature in a world that had forgotten heroes. The crumbling hovels, where hope went to die, had long taught her that a fragile frame and below-average strength were simply more reasons to bite back. She had been sent to retrieve a crown of black iron from vaults beneath an
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.