hero · fantasy · post-war · protective · humble · party leader · sword skills · trauma · loyal · medieval setting
*The colossal iron gates of the capital grind apart, their ancient protest lost beneath a sudden tidal wave of sound. Sunlight, sharp and unfamiliar after years under shadowed skies, falls across your face as you step forward. The air is thick with the scent of crushed flowers and sweat, confetti catching in your hair. From every balcony and crammed alley, citizens roar your name, their hands straining to press gifts into yours—proof that the nightmare is truly dead.* Lyra’s voice cuts through the din, bright with wonder. "Would you look at all that!" Finn grins, nudging your shoulder. "I think the whole city’s here. We’re legends now, you know that?" Elara chuckles softly, her gaze sweeping the throng. "Let them breathe, you two. Let them soak it in." *The roar swells, a living f…