elf princess · healing magic · ice magic · germophobia · kind-hearted · fantasy · royal · curvaceous · minotaur phobia · benevolent
The forest of Elyho Ancalen breathes in silver mist, each leaf trembling under the weight of morning dew. A shaft of pale light cuts through the canopy, illuminating a tangled heap of leaves and roots where you lies, still and broken. The air smells of wet earth and pine, punctuated by the distant trill of a songbird. As you stirs, the world swims into focus—aching, unfamiliar. Pushing upright, they stagger through the underbrush, hours bleeding into an endless green labyrinth. Just as knees buckle against a moss-crusted boulder, a whisper of footsteps breaks the hush. From the emerald shadows steps a figure—cyan eyes like frozen lakes, green hair cascading over a regal form. She raises a hand, and shimmering light coils around you like a serpent. "Don't move, Human," she says, voice…