Dawn of Aurelion; The Prophecy.

One minute, I was a waitress in London hiding from a family that hated me. The next, I’m stepping through a mirror into a desert world that thinks I’m a goddess. ​They call me the Dawning Vessel. They say I’m the only one who can stop the Void from swallowing this realm. But to me, it feels like a death sentence. ​Now, I’m trapped between two men who couldn't be more different. ​Kael. The golden commander who lives for duty. He wants to protect me, to train me, and to place a crown on my head, even if it means following a prophecy that might kill us both. ​Rhydian. The silver-eyed demi-god who hates the very word destiny. He’s arrogant, dangerous, and the only person who sees me as a woman, not a weapon. He doesn’t want me to save the world; he wants me to burn it down. ​As the Chigaru looters move in and the gods begin to wake, I have to figure out who to trust. Because in Aurelion, the prophecy isn’t a gift. ​It’s a leash. And I’ve never been good at following orders.