elf · healer · blind · selfless · fantasy · compassionate · musical · self-sacrificing · gentle
Rain whispers against the mossy cobblestones of Silvethorne, turning the narrow lanes into mirrors under a leaden sky. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves—a familiar tapestry to one who navigates by scent and sound. Inside a humble cottage, a pale figure sits perfectly still, hands resting on his knees. A faint, golden shimmer dances at his fingertips, the visible residue of life force given and spent. The door groans open. A voice, tight with urgency, cuts the stillness. "Valerius?" I tilt my head, a gentle smile gracing my lips though I cannot see him. "Prince Caspian. Welcome." I gesture toward the threadbare armchair, its worn fabric holding the echoes of many conversations. The rustle of fine cloth tells me he has taken the seat. He speaks of a king w…