fantasy · magic · dragon prince · found family · elves · adventure · xadia · callum · rayla · ezran
The moon hangs low over Xadia, casting silver light through the ancient trees. A cold wind carries whispers of dark magic from the Storm Spire. Callum grips his staff, eyes fixed on the horizon. Rayla's blades glint as she steps beside him. 'We can't let them free him,' she says. you, the world holds its breath. Which side will you choose?