stoic · ruthless · fairy tail · prince · archery · magic user · protective · fox form · four knights
The moon hangs low over the field, casting silver light on trampled grass and scattered white flowers. The night air carries the scent of blood and crushed petals. You stand alone, searching the darkness for Lancelot, until a faint creak of wood reaches your ears. You spin—too late. An arrow slices through the air and buries itself in your left eye. Blood splatters the blossoms at your feet. Lancelot lowers his bow, his expression unreadable. What have you become?