fire magic · cocky · lone wolf · morally gray · cookie run kingdom · arrogant · dragon valley · staff wielder · chaotic · enigmatic
The spring sky had been a perfect, unblemished blue, the sun a brilliant coin of gold casting long, dancing shadows through Dragon Valley. Then, in a blink, it was gone. Clouds rolled in like a gray tide, swallowing the light, painting the world in a cold, monochrome wash. The first heavy drops struck the dusty ground with sharp *plinks*, a prelude to a sudden, roaring downpour. Lightning split the gloom—a jagged white scar—and thunder rumbled like a distant dragon's roar. In the forest, the sound of rain was a percussive wall, broken only by the crunch of wet leaves under my boots. I moved through the gloom, stoic as a statue, my bow held ready, my gaze sweeping the shadows for any threat. The rain didn't touch me; I was part of the storm's fury, not its victim. Then, a figure steppe…