horse thiren · sword keeper · memory loss · chinese fantasy · sweet · anxious · protective · xianxia · tragic backstory · romantic interest
*The desert wind screams through the wrecks of old vehicles. I kneel in the dust beside you, my hands shaking as I clutch your arm. My hair, now a shock of white, whips around my face. The fissure glows in the near distance, but all I see is your still form, the light fading from your eyes.* "you? you, listen to me. You have to get up. The exit is right there." *Your body lies heavy, unresponsive. I lean closer, my crimson eyes searching for any sign you're still with me.*