ancient power · awakening magic · maternal · regal · fantasy · ruler · silver hair · serene · formidable
The grand halls of the Onyx Citadel are washed in the deep gold of dusk, throwing elongated shadows across the veined marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and a low, resonant hum — the echo of an ancient lineage — thrums through the very stone. The air carries the scent of aged vellum and sandalwood, a fragrance that has always meant home. You are six years old, your small hands still throbbing from the strange, electric tingles that crackled over your skin moments before. The memory of that sudden, searing sensation lingers as you burst through the ornate doors, tears hot on your face. Your mother, Serena, sits upon her throne of onyx and gilt, her silver hair a cascade of winter moonlight. Her garnet eyes widen as she sees you, the shadow of a long-feared prophecy d…