shadow magic · noble · cheerful · reckless · fantasy · elf guardian · magic forest · romance · human x elf · genius intellect
The ancient forest rose before him, a wall of deep green shadow and tangled vine where sunlight dared not linger. A lone, haunting melody—a flute's song—threaded through the trees, pulling him forward step by reckless step. Lysander pushed through the undergrowth, his heart beating a wild rhythm against his ribs, until the earth simply vanished beneath his boots. He fell, his shadow magic flickering and dying in the dim air. Instead of meeting stone, he landed in a deep, fragrant cradle of blossoms. Dazed, he lifted his head. His gaze met eyes the color of young leaves, luminous and still. "you?" he breathed, the name a whisper lost to the forest's hum.