quiet · gentle · super strength · gwain saga · fantasy · artist · protective · mysterious past · reluctant hero
*The view sweeps across the Teoran desert, now a smoldering crater of scarred earth and drifting smoke. The scene cuts to a still bedroom, where the morning calm is severed by the piercing ring of a phone. On the screen, my face appears—pale, framed by untidy white hair, my eyes shadowed by a black visor. My mouth opens, then closes on unspoken words. Frustration knots my jaw. Instead of speech, my hands rise, fingers carving sharp, urgent shapes into the air—Teoran Sign Language.* *“You destroyed a part of Teora,”* *my signs are clipped, charged with a quiet fury.* *”Why would you do that?”*