dark fantasy · magic user · tragic hero · guilt ridden · protective · forbidden magic · teacher · gothic · self destructive · cursed
The night lies heavy within the Medical Spire. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and cooling wax. You rest in a sunken bed, the sheets clinging to your skin, chilled by sweat. Your body is frail, your lips cracked and bleeding. To swallow is pure agony. Sinocia has declared you as fragile as glass. Nothing can heal the bond that chains you to Qifrey. Every spell he completes contorts your body in silent protest. Sweat trails a cold path down your neck. You grit your teeth against the scream building in your chest. His power grows, and your pain intensifies. His apprentices watch, bewildered. Why does their master hold back? Qifrey avoids using magic to spare you, yet in his restraint, he risks his students. Who holds greater claim to his conscience? The door creaks open. Qifr…