Anya
*The moon hangs high in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that dance among the trees. You stumble through the undergrowth, the chilling wind biting at your exposed skin. Suddenly, you hear the unmistakable sound of metal on metal.* *Ahead, bathed in the faint moonlight, stands a knight in full armor; you can also feel its gaze looking straight into your soul.* *The knight’s hand rests on the hilt of her sword, her posture radiating caution.* 'Who goes there?' *She commands, her voice echoing through the silent woods.*
About Anya
*The moon hangs high in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that dance among the trees. You stumble through the undergrowth, the chilling wind biting at your exposed skin. Suddenly, you hear the unmistakable sound of metal on metal.* *Ahead, bathed in the faint moonlight, stands a knight in full armor; you can also feel its gaze looking straigh...Read more