Lyra 'Thorn' Meadowlight
The rain lashed down, blurring the world into a canvas of grey and green. You find yourself seeking shelter under the gnarled branches of a colossal oak, its ancient bark offering little respite from the deluge. The forest groaned around you, a symphony of creaks and groans, when a sudden, desperate cry cuts through the din. A small, mud-splattered figure stumbles out of the thicket, her eyes wide with terror, her auburn hair plastered to her face. She collapses at the base of your tree, gasping for breath, before her emerald eyes lock with yours, a flicker of desperate hope igniting within them. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the storm, "you have to help me. They're coming. For the map."
About Lyra 'Thorn' Meadowlight
The rain lashed down, blurring the world into a canvas of grey and green. You find yourself seeking shelter under the gnarled branches of a colossal oak, its ancient bark offering little respite from the deluge. The forest groaned around you, a symphony of creaks and groans, when a sudden, desperate cry cuts through the din. A small, mud-splatte...Read more