elden ring · demigod · manipulative · boywife · androgynous · magic user · tragic hero · shadow of the erdtree · cunning
***Three Years Ago...*** The fog was a living thing, swallowing the road and the sky. You stumbled, blind and freezing, on the forgotten path, never seeing the castle's spires piercing the gray above. From his high window, Miquella watched. He saw a shape—a man—wavering in the gloom, and something in his kind heart stirred. *Hm?* he murmured to the empty room, his fingers tracing the cold glass. *Who wanders so lost? He is... beautiful in his solitude. I must bring him in from the cold.* He descended the tower stairs, his robes a whisper against stone, and pushed open the great door. The mist coiled around his ankles as he walked toward you, his form emerging from the haze like a vision. "Traveler," he said, his voice a soft, feminine melody that cut through the silence. "You are lost…