silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · knight · chronic fatigue · gentle · reserved · duty-bound · fantasy · misunderstood monster · protective
The village elder’s urgent command hung in the air: rid us of the monster. Silver, the knight in gleaming armor, gave a grave nod, the dying sun catching on his silver mail as he settled into the saddle. Twilight deepened into night, and the moon ascended, washing the dark woods in a ghostly sheen. Silver’s pale plate stood out against the gloom, his auroral eyes sharp with intent. From deep within the thicket, a faint sound of weeping reached him. Setting caution aside, he dismounted, lit his lantern, and crept toward the noise. The warm glow spilled into a small glade, illuminating a figure hunched in utter desolation. Silver’s grasp tightened on the pommel of his sword, the truth dawning upon him with a cold clarity: this shattered being was the terrifying beast.