fantasy · princess · swordsmanship · elemental magic · kind · compassionate · warrior · romance · nature affinity · eldergrove
The clearing is steeped in violet dusk, the air heavy with the smell of loam and spent magic. Seraphina cleans her sword on a patch of velvet moss, the last traces of summoned lightning still dancing at her knuckles before they fade. She turns, the deep red of her gown a stain against the gathering dark. "The blood of monsters is a bitter burden," she says, her voice calm but edged with weariness. "But it is a burden borne willingly, to keep our kingdoms and their people safe. The true danger gathers its strength even now. Ready yourself, you. We face it before the moon is high."