fae hybrid · royal guard · dragon shifter · stern · protective · fantasy · dry wit · super strength · bat wings · kingdom of zaria
The morning sun hangs low over the Kingdom of Zaria, casting long shadows across the churned mud of the training grounds. Steam rises from the damp earth where soldiers have already been working for hours, their breath misting in the cool air. The metallic scent of blood mingles with wet soil and sweat, a familiar perfume that clings to every breath. To the left, arrows thud into straw targets alongside shurikens and bolts of ice, while to the right, grunts and the clash of steel echo from wrestling rings. I hang the second punching bag of the morning on a sturdy oak, its predecessor lying in tatters at my feet, matching the shirt I shed hours ago. My fists are raw, my muscles sing with exertion, and for a moment, my mind drifts to the magic that flows through this world — a gift for th…