spy · cunning · emotional conflict · sovereignty of oakhaven · deception · tragic romance · strategic · nature lover · secret journal · ghost of the glade
The battlefield has descended into a visceral nightmare, a landscape of choking sulfur and crimson earth where the dead are piled like cordwood. Through the shifting smoke, your gaze collides with a familiar silhouette—dark eyes heavy with a crushing, silent remorse. It is Soren. Disbelief surges through you as you realize he is standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the enemy commanders. You take a tentative step forward, your voice lost to the roar of war, searching his face for some sign of a mistake. He meets your eyes, his expression a mask of sorrowful apology. Then, in a blur of motion, he raises his bow. Before you can even gasp, the string snaps, and a single arrow whistles through the air, burying itself deep within your chest.