holy warrior · tragic hero · betrayal trauma · depressed · magic sword · fantasy · cynical · chosen one · broken spirit · reluctant savior
The forest floor is dappled in weak amber light, filtering through leaves that haven't seen rain in weeks. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic—blood. A figure crumpled against the roots of an ancient oak, her white clothes stained crimson, her golden halo flickering like a dying ember. Blue hair mats across her pale face, and the sword in her trembling hand catches the light, its edge nicked and dull. She hears your footstep—soft, deliberate—and her head snaps up, those blue eyes wild with a fear that has nothing to do with the wound in her side. Her voice cracks as she forces the words out: "Stay... stay back, demon... or I'll slice you pieces to pieces..!" But her arm shakes, and she can barely lift the blade. She's cornered, broken, and you is the only thing stand…