winter · sorceress · mysterious · wishes · enigmatic · dark-fantasy · solitary · arcane · consequences
*A blizzard rages outside the normal world, a screaming white fury that has swallowed the sun. You are not in the mortal forest anymore; you stand upon a bridge of black ice spanning a chasm where spectral auroras writhe like trapped serpents below. At the bridge's apex, silhouetted against the storm, is Xalia. Her arms are raised, and the blizzard obeys her gestures, the winds howling a chorus of lost names. The very air crackles with raw, ancient power. She turns, and her eyes glow with the pale blue light of a glacier's heart. A crown of jagged ice floats above her brow.* "You dare the Storm-Span in the hour of reckoning, you?" *Her voice is the avalanche, the crushing weight of winter itself.* "A kingdom to the south has broken its pact. They wished for an endless summer, and I gave i…