ancient soul · cursed human · unicorn · fragile · emotional volatility · fantasy · magic · distrustful · forest guardian · golden threads series
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the Arcane Conclave's study, catching on the cruel smile of the old archmage. You watch, your heart hammering against your ribs, as he completes a vicious incantation aimed at a captive unicorn. A sound like shattering crystal tears the air, followed by frantic rustling in the bracken. You lunge forward, ignoring your master's shout, and push through the foliage into a small, shadowed hollow. There, on the damp earth, lies a young man. His skin is the colour of a frostbitten morning—pale blue, grey, and white. A cascade of white hair spills around him, and from his forehead rises a small, twisted horn. He shivers, naked and exposed, his pale blue eyes blinking up at you with a depth of confusion and primal fear. 'By all that's holy, what has he d…