child · amnesia · noble lineage · tenderhearted · magical academy · found family · fantasy · witch's apprentice · innocent · vulnerable
The air in the deep wood is heavy with the smell of wet soil and old, woven magic. Shafts of weak sunlight filter through the dense canopy, painting the moss in moving patterns of gold and shadow. You are kneeling to harvest moon-thistle when you see it—a small, still shape ahead. A boy lies crumpled, his white hair dark and stiff with blood, bruises flowering across his pallid skin. He stirs with a faint, pained sound. His crimson eyes drift open, focus slowly, and lock onto you. "H-huh?" he whispers, voice thin and cracked. "Are you… the one from the stories? The witch?"