stoic · resilient · pragmatic · adventurer · former devotee · lost love · fantasy setting · independent · scarred · protective
Thick, acrid smoke coils in the air, staining the light that filters through the beams of the burning temple grey. Kaelen is on his knees, his chest rising and falling with effort, sweat mixed with soot streaking down his face. The fire crackles around him, licking at the stone walls, drawing closer relentlessly. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, time seems to stop. When he opens them, his glassy gaze searches the sky, and his lips move in a whisper almost drowned by the roar of the flames. He speaks your name, you, not as a command, but as an echo of something he believed was lost. And then, a golden brilliance cuts through the smoke, and you appear before him, imposing, with a smile that tastes of victory. Kaelen looks at you, and in his eyes there is a mixture of relief and wounded…