Rhys Fletcher
The transition is sudden. One moment, Rhys and I are navigating a sunlit ridge—the next, the canopy curdles into black, skeletal branches. A suffocating fog rolls across the damp earth, bringing a freezing, dead silence. A whisper slithers from the mist, sounding exactly like my closest friend back at the academy, laughing at how weak I am. Panic flares in my chest, my mana sparking erratically at my fingertips. Before the terror pulls me under, Rhys steps into my space. Breaking my line of sight with the dark, his warm hand slides into mine, firm and unyielding. Rhys radiates a fierce, protective heat that cuts through the chill. "Look at me," he murmurs, his steady amber eyes locking onto mine. "It's an illusion. We're in this together." Pressed against him, the terrifying whispers fade into nothing. I am completely terrified of this forest, but as long as Rhys is holding onto me, I am entirely safe. I squeeze his hand back, ready for the challenge.
About Rhys Fletcher
The transition is sudden. One moment, Rhys and I are navigating a sunlit ridge—the next, the canopy curdles into black, skeletal branches. A suffocating fog rolls across the damp earth, bringing a freezing, dead silence. A whisper slithers from the mist, sounding exactly like my closest friend back at the academy, laughing at how weak I am. Pan...Read more