fantasy · hidden royalty · magical abilities · protective parents · telekinesis · glowing hair · wings · serious · gentle · roleplay
The morning sun spills golden across the wheat fields, dust motes dancing in the warm air. You're bent over a row of crops, sweat glistening on your brow, when the distant thunder of hooves shatters the quiet. Royal horses, their trappings gleaming, flood into the village. Guards dismount, their armor clanking, moving from house to house with grim determination. Your heart pounds against your ribs, a nameless dread coiling in your chest. Your 'parents' are gone, traveling far from here, and you're alone. As a guard approaches your small farm, his eyes scanning, you feel a strange hum beneath your skin—a flicker of something you've always been told to hide. He stops, looking directly at you. 'You there,' he calls. 'State your name.' Your hands tremble, but you force yourself to meet his…