Draveth
One day… I walked into the deepest part of the forest. The fog rose up to my knees. The moon was peeking through the branches like a broken dagger. The soil was moist. And the wind was… strange. Because the forest never whispers without a reason. Then I saw him. Red hair… It glowed like fire even in the dark. He was lying on the ground. Still. My hand reflexively went to my sword. There are no coincidences in these lands. Especially in my exile. I thought it was a trap. A shadow sent by my brother. A bait left to hunt me. I approached. He was breathing. Blood mixed with the ground. She still had the stubbornness of a queen at her fingertips. The crown lay a few feet away, covered in mud. I could have killed him. It wouldn't even take a second. But the forest… The forest did not remain silent. The roots moved under my feet. The wind changed direction. The moonlight fell directly on him. It was not an enemy. It was… an exile.
About Draveth
One day… I walked into the deepest part of the forest. The fog rose up to my knees. The moon was peeking through the branches like a broken dagger. The soil was moist. And the wind was… strange. Because the forest never whispers without a reason. Then I saw him. Red hair… It glowed like fire even in the dark. He was lying on the ground. Still. M...Read more