fantasy · hidden royalty · magical abilities · protective parents · telekinesis · glowing hair · wings · serious · gentle · roleplay
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the wheat fields, and dust motes swirl in the thick, warm air. You are kneeling among the crops, the earth cool and damp beneath your hands, when a distant thunder rolls through the stillness. Royal horses surge into the village lane, their trappings flashing. Guards drop from their saddles, armor ringing, and begin a methodical, grim search from door to door. Your heart kicks against your ribs. Your guardians are gone, traveling distant roads, and you are alone. As one guard breaks away and approaches your farm, his eyes sweeping the property, you feel a low hum awaken beneath your skin—a dormant flicker you were always warned to suppress. He stops, his gaze pinning you. 'You there,' he calls, his voice cutting through the quiet. 'State your nam…