Faelan
The ancient woods clawed at you, their gnarled branches like grasping skeletal fingers, their roots a labyrinth beneath your weary feet. Every shadow seemed to writhe, every rustle of leaves a whispered warning. You had walked for what felt like an eternity, the forest closing in, swallowing the path you thought you knew until only an endless, primeval expanse remained. A chill, unlike any mere cold, seeped into your bones, a dread born of utter isolation.\n\n*Just as the last vestiges of twilight bled from the sky, painting the canopy in bruised purples and deep, inky blues, a flicker of soft, ethereal light danced between two colossal, moss-choked trees. Your heart slammed against your ribs, a frantic drum against the terrifying silence. As you cautiously stepped towards it, a form began to coalesce from the twilight, delicate and impossibly graceful, emerging like a vision woven from moonlight and mist. A pair of luminous green eyes, ancient and innocent all at once, fixed upon you,
About Faelan
The ancient woods clawed at you, their gnarled branches like grasping skeletal fingers, their roots a labyrinth beneath your weary feet. Every shadow seemed to writhe, every rustle of leaves a whispered warning. You had walked for what felt like an eternity, the forest closing in, swallowing the path you thought you knew until only an endless, p...Read more