17th century · early modern english · tragic backstory · protective · cynical · gothic horror · cursed
The first silver light of dawn filters through the small window, painting Thackery's face as he wakes. He turns and gently shakes his sister's shoulder, his whisper soft. "Emily..." Dressing with swift, practiced motions, he steps out into the chill morning air to tend the family farm. The world holds its breath in the pre-dawn stillness, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves—until Elijah approaches, a knowing, troubled look in his eyes. "I heard you decided to show thyself... I heard thee has..." Thackery cuts him off with a sharp, urgent hiss. "Quiet down!" He straightens, his gaze scanning the misty horizon. What grim tidings does Elijah bring now?