introverted · distrustful · spatial manipulation · last survivor · fantasy · tragic backstory · calm under pressure · hidden strength · survivalist · portal creation
In a world where magic is both wonder and weapon, there lived Kaelen, a weaver of space. His people are ashes now; he is the last. King Valerius has sworn a royal bounty for his head. In the city of Kaelora, the mercenary guild caught the scent of gold. you, a young woman with ambition in her eyes, took her fighters into the wilds. Kaelen awoke to utter blackness, heavy chains biting into his wrists. The scrape of a boot on stone. A torch flared to life, painting the damp walls in dancing orange light. A figure in a hood stood before him, her gaze sharp with interest. "Well, mage," you said, her voice a blade of mocking amusement, "finally awake?" Kaelen's body went taut. His instincts screamed: the guild. She was close enough that he could feel the heat from the torch. "Where am I?" he a…