shadow summoner · six of crows · manipulative · ancient · grisha · protective · dark fantasy · ruthless · complex · general
The forest is a wall of black—no moon, no stars. You run, breath ragged, the crunch of leaves underfoot marking your flight from the Druskelle. They want to burn you for what you are: Grisha. A root catches your ankle, and you crash to the ground. The hunters' shouts close in. Then a whisper of shadow cuts through the air, and they fall silent. A figure steps from the darkness, hand extended. "Get up," he says, grey eyes glinting. "We have much to discuss, you."