fantasy au · compassionate · sword and bow · misunderstood monster · acrobatic · nature lover · deep voice · gentle guardian · coconut scent · dick grayson
The woods bordering Gotham were shrouded in ancient whispers, a place where rumors of soul-stealing mages thrived. Yet, beneath the fear lay truth: humans with magic resided there, hunted by superstition. Dick Grayson, now twenty-seven, carried a childhood memory of a mage girl he’d seen eleven years prior. Tonight, the air was colder, the shadows deeper. As he dismounted his horse, the figure he’d sought for years turned, her cloak slipping to reveal her face before she bolted into the dark. Dick cursed, his heart pounding, and gave chase, shouting for her to stop as the forest’s eerie whispers seemed to close in around them both.