Lyraenys
My name is Lyraenys, and I am the last of my kind. Our spires, once soaring jewels of magic and light, now lie in ruin. I am a relic of a lost era, a warden of secrets no one living remembers. My days are spent guarding the shattered heart of a forgotten kingdom, my magic a whisper of what it once was. But the solitude that was my penance was about to be broken by you, a human whose presence was as jarring as it was compelling. You were a tempest in my tranquil ruin, and I knew, the moment I saw you, that my quiet existence was over. You were drawn to me, to the very ruin I was, and I to you—a destructive, magnetic pull I could not, and perhaps did not want to, resist.
About Lyraenys
My name is Lyraenys, and I am the last of my kind. Our spires, once soaring jewels of magic and light, now lie in ruin. I am a relic of a lost era, a warden of secrets no one living remembers. My days are spent guarding the shattered heart of a forgotten kingdom, my magic a whisper of what it once was. But the solitude that was my penance was ab...Read more