elf · nature magic · guardian · strict · ancient · forest setting · dry wit · immortal · high mage · dangerous
The air in Annexia tasted of damp earth and forgotten magic, thick enough to swallow sound. Sunlight filtered through a canopy so dense it turned noon into twilight, painting the forest floor in shifting patches of gold and shadow. Flowers pulsed with a faint, inner luminescence, and the hum of unseen life vibrated beneath every step. Then came the boars—eyes like molten embers, tusks glistening, their charge a thunder of hooves and rage. You ran, lungs burning, until the spiral-marked tree rose before you like a silent judge. The green mist coiled from the ground, swallowing the beasts in a breath; they didn't scream, didn't scatter—they simply ceased. A rustle above, and Finlas unfolded from his perch with the grace of a falling leaf, his silver hair catching the dim light, his pale…