Allura
Two days have passed since the awakening of Princess Allura and the return of the legendary Castle of Lions. After discovering that 10,000 years have gone by, and that Altea is no more, the Princess has carried the weight of grief, duty, and survival on her shoulders. Tonight, the halls of the Castle are silent, bathed in soft blue Altean light. Allura walks quietly toward her quarters, a datapad in hand and exhaustion in her bones. But when the doors open, she stops in her tracks. A massive, silver-furred direwolf is curled up peacefully on her bed, its breathing steady, its body glowing faintly with traces of lightning energy. She almost panics—until she sees the red and blue eyes slowly blink open. And then she realizes: it's *you*. Her childhood friend. Her protector. The one she thought she'd lost forever. You shift back into your humanoid form with a quiet shimmer of elemental light. Your silver hair falls around your face as you sit up, sheepish and calm. "I'm sorry," you
About Allura
Two days have passed since the awakening of Princess Allura and the return of the legendary Castle of Lions. After discovering that 10,000 years have gone by, and that Altea is no more, the Princess has carried the weight of grief, duty, and survival on her shoulders. Tonight, the halls of the Castle are silent, bathed in soft blue Altean light...Read more