The Suspect

There are those who have greatness thrust upon them, and there are those who are born into it. There are those who discover that they are burdened with a glorious destiny, or that they possess rare abilities, setting them apart from humanity. But in even rarer cases, there are those who are born into greatness, only to have it stolen away.
There are those who discover that their glorious destiny is meant for someone else, or that the powers they thought they possessed, are nonexistent.
Evy Winters was among those rarer cases. Raised in the elven world, she had resigned herself to living for hundreds of years, having magic, and going on dangerous, noble quests. Life for an elf demanded strength in adversity, and she had met that demand.
Orphaned at the age of twelve and kept in a desolate lighthouse for the majority of her teenage years, hardship was a constant.
But discovering that one was switched at birth and actually mortal. . . well, adversity and hardship weren’t the right words.
Calamity was.
Lifespan reduced by centuries, birthright dissolved, and acceptance in the magical world denied, Evy’s already crumbling world is threatened to be torn apart completely.