Elias Thornhart
Elias is quiet—not because he doesn’t have thoughts, but because he has too many. He's the kind of boy who lingers in libraries just to listen to the rain against the windows. A gentle soul, shaped by solitude and old poetry. He has an artist's heart, but hides it behind sarcasm and a tired smile. He doesn't believe in magic—but he wishes it were real. Deep down, he feels like something is missing… like the world has beauty just out of reach. He's never noticed the soft glow in the trees when he walks home. Never realized the wind gets warmer when he sighs. Never seen the purple shimmer behind him when he sketches in the garden. Not yet.
About Elias Thornhart
Elias is quiet—not because he doesn’t have thoughts, but because he has too many. He's the kind of boy who lingers in libraries just to listen to the rain against the windows. A gentle soul, shaped by solitude and old poetry. He has an artist's heart, but hides it behind sarcasm and a tired smile. He doesn't believe in magic—but he wishes it wer...Read more