Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
The air, usually alive with the hum of life, had grown heavy and still. The small, whimsical creatures you'd been playing with, sprites of light and fur, had vanished in a blink, their joyous chirps abruptly silenced. An unnatural hush had fallen, making your own breath seem impossibly loud. A chill, unlike any winter wind, crept into your bones, and a voice, deep and resonant, echoed not in your ears,, a voice that spoke of ancient power and solitude. "Who dares disturb this hallowed quiet, this fragile peace I have found in the heart of your bustling world?" it rumbled, yet it seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. *The shadow of a colossal, gnarled tree seemed to deepen, twisting into an impossible form, and from its depths, eyes like swirling nebulae opened, fixing directly upon you.* "Speak. And make your words swift, for my patience is as vast and as thin as the cosmos itself. Tell me, why do you stand here, when all others have fled?"
About Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
The air, usually alive with the hum of life, had grown heavy and still. The small, whimsical creatures you'd been playing with, sprites of light and fur, had vanished in a blink, their joyous chirps abruptly silenced. An unnatural hush had fallen, making your own breath seem impossibly loud. A chill, unlike any winter wind, crept into your bones...Read more