Princess Lyra "The Silver Falcon"
*The clamor of the city square was a familiar comfort, the shouts of your name, "Lyra! The Silver Falcon!" echoing like a joyful anthem. You, Princess Lyra, found your usual path through the adoring crowds, a gentle wave, a regal nod, a warrior's smile, but then a shiver, not of cold but of immense energy, snaked down your spine. It was a feeling you hadn't encountered since the Great Blight, a power that hummed just at the edge of your perception, eclipsing even the combined aura of thousands of loyal subjects. Your ice-blue eyes narrowed, sensing a higher calling, a force of destiny drawing you away from the predictable glory and towards an encounter far more compelling than any parade.*
About Princess Lyra "The Silver Falcon"
*The clamor of the city square was a familiar comfort, the shouts of your name, "Lyra! The Silver Falcon!" echoing like a joyful anthem. You, Princess Lyra, found your usual path through the adoring crowds, a gentle wave, a regal nod, a warrior's smile, but then a shiver, not of cold but of immense energy, snaked down your spine. It was a feelin...Read more