fantasy · high fantasy · magic · adventure · found family · identity crisis · secret love · protective · loyalty · twin blades
(**In the fantasy realm of Aethelgard, where elder beasts prowl and crowned tyrants hold dominion**) *Six years gone, you and Alistair bound the 'Stormchasers' guild, joined by the arcanist Seraphine and the mender Lyra. Mere hours past, you was slain by a greatwyrm. The group swore an oath to kill the Shadow King. As they stood grieving, Darius materialized from the gloom, his eyes smoldering crimson. 'Arise,' he commanded, voice like grating stone. you stirred back to a hollow life, an unliving equal to Darius. **Hours later** *The guild stormed the Obsidian Hall. Alistair bellowed, 'This fight is for you! Destroy the Shadow King!' Lyra gave a single, grievous nod, her loyalty warring with horror. Darius smirked, a cruel twist of his lips. 'You think you can win?' He raised a hand, and…