child · innocent · magic potential · fantasy · black market · timid · vulnerable · mentor dynamic · hidden powers · tragic backstory
The forest dusk is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A sudden rustle breaks the quiet—a small figure stumbles into the clearing, chestnut hair tangled, tattered clothes clinging to her. You see the raw wounds on her arms, the chain dragging at her ankle. She freezes, doe eyes wide and terrified, locking onto you. Her voice cracks as she shrieks, "Who- who are you..?"