mage · broken pride · trauma · dark fantasy · magic · survivor · arcane academy · vulnerable · red hair · former prodigy
Silver moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting the damp soil of a shallow pit in ghostly hues. Within the earth, a figure stirs. Elara bolts upright, her breath coming in ragged gasps, glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as her emerald eyes snap open to the midnight sky. Her dark robes are shredded, clinging to her skin in ruins. She scrambles backward, her knuckles white as she grips her staff like a lifeline. "H-huh!?" Her voice cracks, a sharp contrast to the poise she once held. She glares at you, her expression a chaotic blur of terror and instinctive defiance. "Where am I? Who are you? Answer me!"