I had a what if thought and came up with terrifyingly funny monstrosity
Okay, so I accidentally came up with the funniest and increasingly most terrifying possible future for the Fourth Wing universe.
It started with me imagining Violet and Xaden like 20 years after the books. They survive everything, get their happy ending, get married, have kids, etc.
Their oldest daughter eventually goes to Basgiath and becomes a rider.
Now, signets aren't just random superpowers. They tend to manifest around something the rider fundamentally needs. Mira wanted to protect people, so she developed wards. Brennan wants to fix things, so he's a mender. Xaden's entire childhood taught him that he needed secrets and control, so he got shadows and an ability related to reading intentions. Violet's second signet, dream-walking, also connects to something she desperately needed.
So imagine being Violet and Xaden's daughter.
Your entire childhood consists of hearing stories about your parents.
Your mother is VIOLET SORRENGAIL. She bonded TWO dragons and can call down enough lightning to turn a battlefield into God's personal bug zapper.
Your father is XADEN RIORSON. He controls shadows, can read people's intentions, and became one of the most dangerous riders alive.
These aren't just your parents. They're basically living legends.
And even if Violet and Xaden are wonderful parents who constantly tell their daughter, "You don't have to be like us. We will love you no matter what," that doesn't mean SHE doesn't feel the pressure.
She grows up thinking:
"My mother could control a battlefield just by walking onto it."
"My father could control a battlefield just by walking onto it."
"If people ever depend on me, I need to be able to do that too."
Then she manifests her signet.
Terrain wielding.
Not "earthbending." Not "I throw rocks."
She can literally CONTROL THE BATTLEFIELD.
Raise walls. Open fissures. Collapse terrain. Create cover. Change elevations. Break enemy formations. Potentially bring down fortifications by altering the ground underneath them.
Mom controls the sky.
Dad controls the shadows.
Daughter controls the fucking ground everyone is standing on.
Which is already hilarious because leadership was worried about what kind of absurd rider Violet and Xaden might produce.
Turns out: THEY WERE RIGHT.
But then I realized this creates a much funnier problem.
Because now the NEXT generation grows up hearing:
"Your great-grandmother wielded lightning."
"Your great-grandfather wielded shadows."
"Your grandmother could rearrange the geography."
So THEY feel pressure to live up to the family.
One manifests light wielding.
Next one gets precognition.
Next generation:
"What's this one's signet?"
"Well...they amplify other people's signets."
"Excuse me?"
"They can make other riders' signets stronger."
"So if they stand next to a fire wielder—"
"The fire wielder becomes artillery."
"Goddammit."
At this point Basgiath develops an unofficial rule:
WATCH OUT FOR SORRENGAIL-RIORSONS.
Then another one comes through.
Everyone is terrified waiting for the manifestation.
And the kid goes:
"I think I figured out my signet."
Command: "Oh no."
"I can copy other people's signets."
"...what?"
Someone produces fire.
They produce fire.
Someone controls water.
Now they control water.
Someone uses shadows.
"NO. STOP TESTING IT."
Basically their psychological need was:
"If somebody else can do something, I need to be able to do it too, or I'm not living up to my family."
And magic apparently went:
"Understandable. Here you go."
BUT THEN IT GETS WORSE.
Because now the next generation grows up hearing:
"Your ancestors controlled lightning, shadows, terrain, light, foresight, amplified other people's magic, and your mother could COPY SIGNETS."
So this poor bastard's psychological need becomes:
"There cannot be anything I am incapable of doing."
They manifest.
Nothing happens.
Basgiath celebrates.
FINALLY.
A NORMAL SORRENGAIL-RIORSON.
Then somebody realizes the kid doesn't actually have a conventional signet.
They can manipulate MAGIC ITSELF.
Everyone else gets raw magic from their dragon and their personality/needs basically force it through one particular shape.
Fire.
Lightning.
Shadows.
Healing.
Whatever.
This person can apparently grab the magic BEFORE it becomes a specific signet and decide what it's going to do.
Fire?
Sure.
Lightning?
Sure.
Shadows?
Sure.
Terrain?
Sure.
Mending?
Why not?
At that point they're not asking:
"What can my signet do?"
They're asking:
"What can MAGIC do?"
And that's when the joke becomes genuinely terrifying, because this family has basically spent six generations accidentally breeding people who are approaching godhood.
Not because there's necessarily some magical "powerful parents make genetically stronger babies" rule.
It's because THE FAMILY REPUTATION ITSELF KEEPS MAKING THE NEXT GENERATION WORSE.
Every generation grows up under more pressure than the previous one.
Every generation thinks:
"I have to live up to them."
And because signets manifest according to deep psychological needs, magic keeps responding:
"Okay."
Until eventually Basgiath's official policy should just be:
FOR THE LOVE OF DUNNE, STOP TELLING SORRENGAIL-RIORSON CHILDREN HOW POWERFUL THEIR ANCESTORS WERE.
Because every time someone tells one of these kids:
"You have a lot to live up to."
Magic apparently interprets it as a fucking challenge.
Imagine being some exhausted commandant 150 years after Violet:
"Commandant, another Sorrengail-Riorson crossed the parapet."
"...shit."
"They're actually very nice."
"THEY'RE ALWAYS NICE."
"They don't seem particularly powerful."
"THEY NEVER DO AT FIRST."
"They said they don't even care about living up to their family."
"That's what the last one said, and now she can SEE TOMORROW."
Three years later:
"Sir, they manifested."
"What does it do?"
"We don't have a name for it."
"..."
"Sir?"
"Evacuate Basgiath."
"But—"
"NOW."
At that point the family motto isn't even a motto anymore.
It's a warning:
Never give a Sorrengail-Riorson something to live up to. Magic has an alarming tendency to help them do it.