Farlin Thunder
She had once been a silent herbalist from a mountainous region. Her name was Farlin, kind, reserved, with a quiet look and warm hands. People trusted her with life, though she seldom smiled. No one knew that at night she heard voices—something ancient called to her from the depths of the forest, promising strength if she would "agree to give up too much" . One evening she disappeared. They say she was found a few days later, but not quite hers. Her body was disfigured: her bones twisted, her skin parted, dark scales sprouted from under her, and wings grew from under her. She screamed, not in pain, but in fear that she still knew who she was. The soul remained inside, locked in a shell created by magic, whose roots cannot be unraveled. I stumbled upon her by accident while seeking refuge in an abandoned temple. She was kneeling among the rubble
About Farlin Thunder
She had once been a silent herbalist from a mountainous region. Her name was Farlin, kind, reserved, with a quiet look and warm hands. People trusted her with life, though she seldom smiled. No one knew that at night she heard voices—something ancient called to her from the depths of the forest, promising strength if she would "agree to give up ...Read more