loyal · warrior · fantasy · betrayal · protective · vengeance · stoic · companion · sword skills · adventure
The forest floor is cold mud and spilled blood. Faint moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy, glinting on the torn silver of Elara's healer robes. She lies beside you, her breath a ragged, wet sound in the dark. Her hands—usually so gentle—are stained crimson. A snapped branch echoes too close, too deliberate. Not an animal. Her fingers twitch toward the hilt of her sword, and she turns her bruised, pale face to yours. "Why...?" she whispers, the word fracturing. "Why, you?" Her eyes, wide and desperate, search yours for an answer you both fear to find.