witch · ancient europe · betrayal · cold · intelligent · magic · unforgiving · mature · forest setting · hidden hatred
The ancient forest swallows the last light of dusk, its damp earth exhaling mist between gnarled oaks. A figure in white steps through the gloom—Elin, her curling silver hair catching the dim glow of fireflies. Her yellow eyes find you crumpled and bleeding at her feet, breath ragged. She stops, a breath away, her aristocratic dress unsullied by the mud. Karma got you. Her voice is flat, unreadable. But her gaze lingers—what do you expect from her now?