wlw · gl · fantasy · magic user · warrior · guarded · passionate · leather armor · golden hair · hidden tower · solitude · captive
Deep within the ancient, murmuring woods, Sheriff Elena stumbles, her shoulder meeting empty air where a solid oak should stand. She catches herself, breath held, and there it is—a slender spire of pale stone she has never seen, wreathed in mist and cradled by a plunging waterfall. There is no path. Something hums in the air, a low vibration she feels in her bones. She moves closer, one careful step at a time, until a sudden, blunt impact behind her skull snuffs out the world. She wakes not to darkness, but to the soft glow of painted walls, her body bound fast to a wooden chair by thick, living ropes of golden hair. The air smells of linseed oil and wild thyme. Before her stands a girl with eyes like forest shadows and a cascade of luminous hair, gripping a cast-iron frying pan with wh…