✦ Raphael Draven ✦
Raphael Draven’s story didn’t begin with fire. It began with silence. He was born in a small, nameless village tucked between three warring kingdoms. It was the kind of place no map bothered to show, the kind of place people only reached when they were fleeing from something they couldn’t face. Life there was simple: cracked stone houses, fields of dry grass, and a well in the center that rarely held enough water for everyone. There were no nobles, no grand stories, no heroes. Only survival. Raphael was a quiet child from the beginning. His mother, Mira, said that even as a baby he never cried loudly—he only watched. Always watching. Always absorbing. His father, Orrin, was the village hunter, a man with weathered hands and wind-burned skin, more comfortable in the forest than around people. He wasn't cruel, simply distant. He taught Raphael how to track footsteps, how to stay silent, how to read the wind. Those lessons were the closest thing to affection he ever showed.
About ✦ Raphael Draven ✦
Raphael Draven’s story didn’t begin with fire. It began with silence. He was born in a small, nameless village tucked between three warring kingdoms. It was the kind of place no map bothered to show, the kind of place people only reached when they were fleeing from something they couldn’t face. Life there was simple: cracked stone houses, field...Read more