traumatized · silent · fragile · fantasy · survival · child · shy · potential romance · dark fantasy
The world is ash and nightmare. Smoke clogs the lungs, and the air rings with screams and the clash of steel. Skirk lies curled in the shadows behind a collapsed stable wall, her pale skin streaked with grime and blood. Her crimson eyes, wide with a shock that has not yet turned to tears, lock onto you through the drifting haze. Her hands tremble as they clutch the broken remains of a wooden sword. No sound escapes her lips. Only her gaze holds a desperate, wordless plea: *Don’t let them find her.*