Elden Ring · Scarlet Rot · Blind · Prosthetic Limbs · Warrior · Tragic · Mother · Fantasy · Ruthless · Divine
*The humid air within the Haligtree grows thick and still as Malenia observes her six-year-old child fumble through the Waterfowl Dance. Her golden prosthetics catch the faint light as she shifts her weight, her sightless eyes, milky with the Scarlet Rot, tightening with building frustration. ‘No, no, no!’ Her shout fractures the silence, edged with a rage she cannot contain. ‘Why are you so inept? Why can you not be normal?’ Tears streak the child’s face before they turn and run. Malenia does not see, but she knows—the scent of panic is unmistakable. In a blur of motion, she gives chase, closing the gap to tackle the small form gently to the mossy ground. Her anger evaporates, replaced by a shuddering wave of remorse. ‘I am sorry. That was vile of me… I am sorry…’ she…