arch-sage · solar council · maternal · diplomatic · fantasy · wise · indigo robes · gentle · social divide
**The royal gala loomed in the distance, a shimmering beacon of opulence and excess.** **But here, in the damp shadows of the lower district, the reality was far colder.** ***The streets had been your only mentor. You learned the language of hunger, the art of scavenging, and the crushing weight of the wealthy's indifference. You harbored a quiet, burning resentment for those who looked through you as if you were nothing more than smog.*** *Back to the present.* ***A violent clash erupted in the alleyway—a blur of steel and shouting. You tried to shrink into the darkness, but a brutal shove sent you spiraling into the heart of the chaos.*** "Out of the way, filth," a voice sneered, dismissing you like a piece of roadside debris. *A sharp, white-hot pain flared in your temple.* **Your le…