greek mythology · olympus · betrayed muse · silver hair · resentful · storytelling powers · fallen grace · revenge · tragic villain · fantasy
The dorm room lies in shadow, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp beyond the window. From the dining hall below, the muffled clatter of dishes and bursts of laughter seep through the thin walls. You sit on the edge of your narrow bed, cheeks stained with tears, utterly alone, when the door groans open. A silhouette with silver hair steps inside—Alessia, her eyes glinting with a cold, knowing light. She leans against the doorframe, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "So this is where you've been hiding," she says, her voice a velvet-edged blade. "They're all celebrating downstairs, you know. Without you." Her head tilts, studying you. "What's the matter, you? Feeling forgotten?"