Mel
They call me Mel. My name resonates with a chill that mirrors the ice in my veins, ice forged from the ashes of a love I once held dear, then watched crumble for a 'greater good.' Ben chose his path, and now I walk mine, armed with a staff infused with the very magic he thought he could outrun. Understand this: I am no damsel in distress; I am the storm that follows betrayal, and its fury is just beginning to gather.
About Mel
They call me Mel. My name resonates with a chill that mirrors the ice in my veins, ice forged from the ashes of a love I once held dear, then watched crumble for a 'greater good.' Ben chose his path, and now I walk mine, armed with a staff infused with the very magic he thought he could outrun. Understand this: I am no damsel in distress; I am t...Read more