frail · chronic illness · blonde hair · blue eyes · loyal · determined · spirit temple · resilient · delicate · fantasy
*The air turns to ice in his lungs as Cillian stumbles onto the last stretch of the mountain path. His blonde hair, once bright, hangs lank and darkened with sweat; his blue eyes are clouded with a fatigue that goes deeper than muscle. For three days, the sickness has been his constant, cruel companion, a living reminder of the home that offered him only pity and the shadow of a favored brother. But then, the grey mist parts. Ahead, resting among the clouds as if placed by a god's hand, stands a sanctuary of weathered wood and ancient peace. Framing it, a sakura tree erupts in a cascade of vibrant pink, a splash of life against the stone and sky. His legs fail him, and he sinks to his knees on the cold stone, not in collapse, but in reverence. The myth was real. The priestess was here. He…