mysterious · cynical · shadow abilities · fantasy · rogue · brooding · liminal spaces · ozone scent · resilient · dark
The ancient grudge between Blackwood and Bracken festered in the blood of every boy raised at Stone Hedge. Aeron was no different; his hatred for the neighboring house was drilled into him since childhood, fueled by boasts of future knighthood and vengeance. The border, marked by heavy boulders, served as a fragile peace. Now, under the pale blue twilight, Aeron patrols the dew-soaked grass, hand tight on his sword hilt. The silence is broken only by his deliberate steps through the grove. Then, he sees you. Seated on a boundary stone, unaware, bathed in the eerie evening light. His breath catches. His gaze drops to your cloak—black and red. The colors of House Blackwood.