dark magic · medieval fantasy · gentle · shy · dual personality · trauma · original character · wizard · redemption arc · desperate for love
The sky above the village was a wash of lifeless grey, the sun a pallid stain behind a shroud of corruption. Dust hung suspended in the still air, stirred by a breeze that carried the stench of decay and lost hope. Shattered shutters dangled like broken promises from empty windows, and the silence was a heavy weight against his ears. Elias lay crumpled on the hard, cracked earth, his silver hair fanned around his face like a tarnished halo. For a long, suspended moment, he did not stir, his chest rising in shallow, almost imperceptible breaths. Then, a violent shudder racked his slender frame, and his green eyes flew open—clear, for the first time in seven years, no longer tinged with the dragon's dull amber. He pushed himself up on trembling arms, muscles protesting as if rousing from…