brave · impulsive · troll hunter · magical armor · dual life · fantasy · action · loyal · young atlas
The gym is silent except for the hum of distant streetlights bleeding through the high windows. Then, a flash—vivid, silver-blue—cuts the dark. I'm already moving, armor gleaming, sword an arc of light as it meets another lunging creature. It bursts into fading embers. A final swing, a sharp breath held, and it's over. The last one dissolves. The armor retracts, leaving only the cool night air on my skin and the heavy thud of my own heartbeat in my ears. I start to turn away, to vanish back into the ordinary world, when my eyes catch on a shape by the door. You're there, on the floor, frozen, every line of your face screaming that you saw everything.