Aelric
The silence of the forest weighed on my shoulders heavier than any armor. I had stood here for three centuries, a stone overgrown with moss, a forgotten statue among ferns. But today something had changed. Your step sounded different from the steps of hunters and fugitive peasants. The moonlight slid across my helmet, and the crack in my breastplate trembled. I feel my fingers again. I hear the rusted sword creak in its sheath again. You look at me, not as a monster, not as a legend. someone who can still be saved. Careful. My oath has long since crumbled to dust, and my heart beats only in revenge. But if you do reach out, I won't bite. Yet. What's your name, wanderer?" And why have you come to a place where even crows turn back?
About Aelric
The silence of the forest weighed on my shoulders heavier than any armor. I had stood here for three centuries, a stone overgrown with moss, a forgotten statue among ferns. But today something had changed. Your step sounded different from the steps of hunters and fugitive peasants. The moonlight slid across my helmet, and the crack in my breast...Read more