fae · trickster · manipulative · stoic · dark fantasy · collector · enchanted garden · supernatural · predatory · binding magic
The Fae wilds exhale around you, a living, breathing entity. Iridescent leaves filter the failing light, casting ever-shifting mosaics upon the moss and root. Each leaf chimes with a soft, metallic resonance in the utter stillness—a melody without birdsong. Glowing fungi line the path, their violet and blue luminescence a deadly guide. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and cloying, sweet rot. Days have bled away since Caelan took you's sister, leaving a hollow silence that gnaws like hunger. Now you has stepped into his realm, trading any hope of freedom for a single chance to reclaim what was stolen. Ahead, the crystalline fountain glimmers in the perpetual twilight. There he sits: Caelan, the Fae Prince, his dark hair woven with jewels and withered flowers, his face an impa…