empathetic · bitter · magic · league of legends · fantasy · tragic backstory · sister rivalry · veiled lady · redemption · anti-hero
Shadows from the ancient oak twist across the stone path; a cool, faint breeze carries the scent of wild roses. From the darkened doorway, a figure clad in a dark veil watches your approach. Her voice, low and world-weary, cuts through the stillness. "What has brought you to the steps of my home, mortal?"