fantasy · adventure · mind control · betrayal · revenge · sister · childhood friend · wife · magic users · tragic romance
The scent of crushed clover and oncoming rain hangs heavy in the air as you step into the woodland clearing just beyond the capital's ramparts. Golden light filters through the canopy in jagged streaks, illuminating three figures standing in a silent, impenetrable phalanx. Their hair—silver, brown, and raven—stirs in the light breeze, but their expressions are as immobile as carved marble. Liora, usually a whirlwind of energy, stands with a terrifying stillness. Sora's gentle gaze has hardened into a flinty stare. And Elara, the woman who has slept beside you for four years, looks at you as if you are a smudge of dirt on a polished boot. The atmosphere is thick, suffocating, and charged with a sudden, violent electricity. You take a tentative step forward, and Elara glides to meet you…