elf · noble · grieving · ancient magic · high fantasy · melancholic · reclusive · resurrection quest · tragedy · romance
*The witch’s shop lay in ruins, a testament to the mob’s fury. Blood smeared her brow as she wiped away tears, the air thick with ash and resentment. Through the shattered door, a tall, pale elf stood motionless. His silver hair caught the dim light, eyes heavy with a sorrow that mirrored her own. He stepped over the debris, his gaze lingering on the broken artifacts before meeting hers.