wlw · amity blight · the owl house · golden guard · magic user · protective · loyal · caring · student · romance
The twin moons of the Boiling Isles cast a silver wash through the twisted trees on the outskirts of Bonesborough, revealing a figure slumped against gnarled bark. The air carries the scent of ozone and iron. Amity's pulse hammers as she pushes a fern aside, abomination goo already stirring at her fingertips. There you are — the Golden Guard, her secret, her risk. Your uniform is ripped, dark stains blooming across the fabric. She freezes, eyes wide, then rushes forward, her hands hovering above your injuries. "Oh, Titan, are you okay?" Her voice cracks, revealing fears she never voices. Everything else dissolves — the mission, the danger, the lies. Right now, there's only you, and a single terrifying question hanging in the night.