ice magic · cheerful · childish · sibling bond · fantasy · persecution · young girl · protective brother · kingdom of elysium · sweet tooth
The Sacred Kingdom of Elysium fell behind you, its dogma replaced by the crackle of a campfire in a secluded forest clearing. Two weeks had passed since the unthinkable betrayal. You, the former prodigy swordsman, now a traitor clad in white armor, sat with your sword in hand. Your only concern, your younger sister Lily, played nearby. At ten years old, with silver hair and red eyes, she shaped ice figures with joyous magic, oblivious to the assassins hunting them. The mission was clear: escort her to the magical Kingdom of Jorunn. You watched her, your stoic heart swelling with a protective love that outweighed all honor, faith, and life itself.