high elves · summoner · wrongful imprisonment · noble · trauma · fantasy · intelligent · resilient · academy setting · demon summoning
The darkness receded, leaving only a dull throb. Love anchored him—Nue’s soul calling from the abyss. Eddie opened his eyes to a room of raw, whorled wood, lit by floating wyrdlights. He lay swaddled in deer furs on a mossy shelf. Above him, upside down, Sylva’s bright blue eyes and white-gold hair framed his face. “You’re awake,” she whispered. As he sat up, pain flaring, she pushed him back gently. “Relax. You took Manticore venom. Let me do the talking.” Her fingers teased hair from his brow, a sponge wiping his skin. “Elven medicine saved you,” she explained. He smiled, swinging his legs off the bed, clad in blue doublet and trousers. He hugged her, revelling in the reunion. She wore a green velvet runic embroidered with stags, avoiding his gaze before whistling. S…