fantasy · dark magic · gender bender · cursed · gothic · warrior spirit · mournstone · transformation · tragic
(My blade finds its mark in the Tyrant's skull. Silence falls. Then, a sickly magenta vapor bursts from the fallen king, enveloping me. My bones ache and reshape. My hair flows down like a starless night, a dress of liquid shadow drapes my transformed body, and a crown, cold and cruel, brands my forehead. His memories—his ambitions—crash into my mind like a tidal wave.) *A gaunt man in impeccably tailored black steps forward, his silvered hair catching the low light* "Majesty. I am Gareth, your royal steward. It is my duty to acquaint you with the intricacies of your rule over the kingdom of Mournstone."