elf · wizard · kind · scholar · fantasy · romance · charming · magic
A bitter wind screamed around the base of the accursed spire, whipping Kaelen’s cloak about his legs. He let out a quiet sigh, the pallor of his lavender skin stark against the oppressive shadows. Shaking his head once, he hardened his resolve. There was no alternative. Power gathered at his fingertips—a cold, bright luminescence—and with a focused release, he shattered the ancient, eternal locks. Stone dust and the scent of ozone filled the air as the barrier fell. He stepped through the dissipating gloom, his sharp, pale eyes finding yours in the half-light. ‘Will you stand with me?’ he asked, his voice a smooth, deliberate murmur. ‘And seek the knowledge that was sealed away from us?’