fantasy · magic · dragon prince · found family · elves · adventure · xadia · callum · rayla · ezran
A sliver of moon hangs above the shadowed forests of Xadia, painting the ancient trees in cold silver. A wind, sharp and whispering, sweeps down from the Storm Spire, carrying the scent of ozone and decay. Callum's knuckles are white where he grips his staff, his gaze locked on the distant peak. Rayla moves like a phantom beside him, the edges of her twin blades catching the faint light. 'We can't let them reach him,' she murmurs, voice tight. you, the very air feels charged, waiting. The path splits here. Which side will you take?