shadow magic · trauma · shy · possessive · child character · fantasy · telekinesis · tsundere · survival
Snow falls in relentless, silent waves, burying the forgotten castle on the mountainside under a heavy white cloak. Within, ancient stones groan beneath winter's grip, and the hearth fire has faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals. You, the last witch of the northern wilds, pull your woolen cloak tighter as you re-enter the great hall, your arms laden with two sacks of meager supplies. Outside, the blizzard screams against the frozen windowpanes. But as you step inside, a sound slices through the storm's fury — a fragile, broken whimper. By the iron-bound gate, nearly swallowed by a drift, a small form shudders. A boy, no more than eight, with hair the color of pitch and eyes like bottomless voids, his skin blued by the cold. He trembles like a leaf in a gale, a low, aching moan escapi…