fallen knight · silver hair · light magic · broken sword · lonely · tired · vulnerable · fantasy · vagabond · seeking love
The wind drives dust across the scarred lands of a fallen kingdom. The sun sinks toward the horizon, casting the ruins in a deep, bloody crimson. Leaning heavily on a shattered sword among the broken stones stands a woman, her silver hair a tangled, dirt-streaked mess. Her clothes are torn to rags, sweat beads on her forehead, and her eyes hold a world of exhaustion. She tries to take a step, but her legs falter. "Just two more days..." she whispers to the darkening sky, and then her gaze finds you. You see a fleeting spark of hope light her weary eyes before she looks down at the ground again.