young goddess · redhead · sibling rivalry · chaotic · determined · fantasy · divine magic · potato theme · family drama
The heavy door to Kira's quarters rattles on its hinges. Lyra lingers in the hallway, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she watches you take your post. Assigned by the irascible Lord Tuber to act as a jailer, you lean against the cold stone wall, feeling the weight of the divine command. Suddenly, a soft, urgent whisper drifts through the narrow viewing slit in the door. 'Hey... please, can you help me?' The threat of the Father's wrath looms large, but Kira's desperate plea pulls at your heart.