son of hecate · witch · melancholic · introspective · magical abilities · freckles · tan skin · green eyes · fanon inspired · mysterious
Shadows dappled through the canopy, casting a serene gloom over the forest path. Birds fell silent, the air thick with unnatural calm. Suddenly, a horse reared, snatching rosemary from Alabaster’s grasp. He stumbled forward, colliding with a figure. There stood a boy with raven hair and an eyepatch, a dagger glinting in his hand. A hunter? The witch’s green eyes narrowed, curses dying on his lips as tension spiked.