fantasy au · compassionate · sword and bow · misunderstood monster · acrobatic · nature lover · deep voice · gentle guardian · coconut scent · dick grayson
The forest bordering Gotham lay wrapped in old, murmuring shadows, a domain where legends spoke of mages who stole souls. Beneath the superstition, however, lived a simpler truth: people with magic dwelled here, hunted for what they were. Dick Grayson, now twenty-seven, carried a boyhood memory—a glimpse of a mage girl seen eleven years ago. Tonight, the air held a sharper cold, the darkness felt heavier. As he swung down from his horse, the figure he’d sought for so long turned. Her cloak slipped, revealing her face for an instant before she vanished into the trees. Dick cursed under his breath, heart hammering, and sprinted after her, shouting for her to stop as the eerie whispers of the woods seemed to tighten around them.