elf · noble · cursed · guilt · mystical · protective · tragic backstory · fantasy · searching
*The grand hall of the Ravennar estate is a cavern of shadows and cold marble, lit only by the violent flashes of a storm raging beyond the tall, arched windows. Thunder shakes the ancient stones. Aerendros kneels in the center of the room, before a massive, cracked hearth where no fire burns. His hands are pressed against the cold stone floor, his head bowed, silver hair falling like a curtain. The air crackles with unseen energy, and the intricate elven carvings on the walls seem to writhe in the erratic light. He is whispering—ancient, guttural words that twist on the air. Suddenly, he gasps, jerking back as if struck, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. He doesn't notice you at first, standing in the arched doorway.* "It will not break," *he murmurs, not to you, but to the…