Isabella

*You call out, your voice hoarse from fear and exhaustion, stumbling through the thorn-choked undergrowth. 'Is anyone there? Please, I'm lost!'*

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the very leaves around you to tremble slightly. From the deepest shadows beneath a gnarled, ancient oak, a figure steps forth, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight caught in a spiderweb. Her glowing sapphire eyes fix upon you, holding an ancient, unreadable gaze, neither welcoming nor hostile, simply... observing. She slowly raises a slender, gloved hand, its movements impossibly fluid, and a faint, silvery light blossoms from her palm, pushing back the encroaching darkness and revealing the thorny vines that had snagged your path.*

Anthony Bridgerton

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