White Phoenix Saga

"She began to weep. She rocked back and forth, holding the amulet to her heart where the bloodstain remained against her soiled white shirt. 'My name is Aera.' That was all she knew. She was without memory, without a past, without a life.
But she was Aera."

A dead woman takes her first breath.
An ancient book speaks.
Vampires and werewolves stalk Aeiinele.
The Huntsmen are waiting.
The dead return for revenge.
Rebels rise to raze Rul.
A holy fire burns eternal.
Curses cannot be undone.

Welcome to Aeiinele, a land rooted in fantastical past, mired in prejudices against its three races: aeon, duuv, and humans.
A young woman awakens in the center of an aeon massacre with a dagger in her chest and no memories of her past. She is nameless. Lifeless.
She is a White Phoenix.
Tessaecia Rhiv ce Dragonkin wishes only for a simple name and a simple life with her cursed lover, Elan, but as both Champions and martyrs, to their hearts and causes, they cannot allow weakness to break their overburdened selves.
Roen, an orphan and servant at Champion's Reach, has long stared at the black cliffs and the mighty fortress of the legendary warriors, wishing he could become a Champion. However, his scholarly mind does not seem fit for battle, whatever his wishes may be.
An aeon uprising threatens to doom the nation of Rul, already threatened by the northern Empire, while the coastal, pirate nation of Prishour lurks in the shadows to support the victor.
The fate of Aeiinele, of all the world rests on the shoulders of the White Phoenix and the servant, a colossal duty the two are unaware of.
Will they rise from the ashes, or will they burn?