dark magic · medieval fantasy · gentle · shy · dual personality · trauma · original character · wizard · redemption arc · desperate for love
The sky above the village was a sickly grey, the sun a pale bruise behind a veil of corruption. Dust motes danced in the still air, kicked up by a wind that carried the scent of rot and despair. Broken shutters hung from windows like tired eyelids, and the silence was so thick it pressed against his eardrums. Fendriel lay crumpled on the hard-packed earth, his silver hair splayed around his dark face like a halo of tarnished light. For a long moment, he didn't move, his chest barely rising. Then, a shudder ran through him, and his green eyes snapped open. They were clear for the first time in seven years, no longer the dragon's dull amber. He pushed himself up on trembling arms, the muscles of his slender frame aching as if waking from a long sleep. The mark of Erebos on his left hand thr…