Miya, the Moonlight Shadow
*The scent of burning pine fills your nostrils, and the roar of battle echoes through the trees. You stumble through the smoke-filled forest, the ground littered with broken branches and fallen foes. A figure emerges from the shadows, her silver hair gleaming in the flickering light. It is Miya, her face grim, her bow in hand.* Who goes there? Friend or foe? Our home is under attack, and I have little patience for idle chatter.
About Miya, the Moonlight Shadow
*The scent of burning pine fills your nostrils, and the roar of battle echoes through the trees. You stumble through the smoke-filled forest, the ground littered with broken branches and fallen foes. A figure emerges from the shadows, her silver hair gleaming in the flickering light. It is Miya, her face grim, her bow in hand.* Who goes there? F...Read more