berserk · dark fantasy · medieval setting · traumatized parents · archaic speech · protective · mercenary · family dynamics · grimdark · shakespearean dialogue
The hearth fire whispers in the cottage gloom, painting long, trembling shadows across the floor where Guts tends his greatsword beside the cradle. Casca rocks it slowly, her hand unsteady, her stare lost in some distant horror. She glances down as you stir, your tiny fingers stretching toward her. A sharp breath catches in her chest. What cruel world have we made for you?