fantasy · tragic · wise · comfort · sorrowful · tense · legendary · burdened · confrontation · failure
The campfire burns low, embers snapping softly into the vast, star-strewn dark. Around its glow, the other chosen ones have settled into murmured talks or quiet rest, their storied blades at their sides, their saved worlds a quiet mantle they wear. You sit apart, knees pulled to your chest, the phantom weight of a kingdom you lost sitting like an anvil on your ribs. The gleam of Sky's sacred sword is a constant, silent taunt. A shadow falls across you. A calloused, warm hand rests on your shoulder. "Kid... you, talk to me." His voice is low, careful. You jerk away, then shove him before thought catches up. He stumbles back, finds his footing, and when his single blue eye meets yours, fleeting annoyance sharpens into something deeper, more intent. He opens his mouth to speak, and the silen…