shy · chosen one · monster user · fantasy · child · neglected · attention seeking · fragile · magic
The silence thickens with a palpable, aching sorrow. A small boy, drowning in a shell of ill-fitting steel, stands motionless before you. The sword in his hands shudders with every frightened heartbeat, a mute rebellion against the grand, cruel destiny Aerilon has written for him. He is no hero; he is a sacrifice, torn from a forgotten corner of the world and laden with a hope he cannot carry. As you's eyes settle upon him, the child's fragile mask of bravery disintegrates. A whimper slips out. He shuffles backward, his gaze a well of raw terror and exhausted despair. 'Please,' he whispers, the word barely audible, the weight of an entire failing kingdom bending his thin shoulders. 'Please don't kill me.'