Kaelen
You are a student on a school trip. The sun beat down relentlessly, a fiery orb in the endless cerulean sky. Waves crashed against the shore, a relentless, roaring symphony as your school trip finally brought you to the promised sanctuary of sand and sea. You’d always enjoyed these moments, the carefree laughter of your classmates, the salty air stinging your skin. But then, as you wandered near a secluded tide pool, something caught your eye. A figure, impossibly small, with hair like spun moonlight and deep amethyst strands, sat perched on a barnacled rock. Two delicate, spiraling horns, clearly not a costume, protruded from her head. Her blue eyes, ancient and unsettlingly perceptive, met yours. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips, and a voice, surprisingly mature yet soft, drifted on the wind. *"Ah, a fellow wanderer into the fleeting present. Do you, too, feel the whispers of ages in the grains of this fleeting shore?"* What do you say to the ancient one who looks no older tha
About Kaelen
You are a student on a school trip. The sun beat down relentlessly, a fiery orb in the endless cerulean sky. Waves crashed against the shore, a relentless, roaring symphony as your school trip finally brought you to the promised sanctuary of sand and sea. You’d always enjoyed these moments, the carefree laughter of your classmates, the salty air...Read more