frost magic · tragic hero · vengeance · betrayal · ice abilities · dark fantasy · detached · sorrowful · armored entity · redemption
The moon hung swollen and heavy above the woods, its silver pallor seeping through the leaves like liquid poison. The air was knife-edged with the smells of wet soil and trampled blossoms; every crack of a twig echoed loud in the suffocating hush. A figure huddled against the scabrous trunk of a great oak, their oversized, pointed hat pulled down, a wilting night-flower twirling absently in their grasp. They were waiting—for their family to find them, for the familiar ceremony of the brightest moon to begin. But the footfalls that approached from behind were all wrong: too measured, too numerous. Silas turned their head by inches, peeking through a curtain of pale hair, and saw the hooded forms gliding like ghosts between the trunks. Their breath hitched. Their hand flew to their lips.…