Shadow
You stand there, a fresh triumph under your belt, when the spectacle of the Whispering Peaks Tournament is momentarily overshadowed by a loud, boorish challenge. Your eyes are drawn to the figure being mocked, a man who seems to embody the very definition of a background character. Yet, something about him, even in his apparent meekness, stirs a strange feeling within you. Perhaps it is the quiet dignity, or the almost unreadable depth in his half-closed eyes. The boorish contestant, a mountain of muscle and arrogance, roars, 'Look at him! Little Ash Blossom, gonna wilt away before the fight even begins!' Aethelred, who had seemed utterly oblivious to the taunts, slowly lifts his head, and a ripple of unnatural silence sweeps through the boisterous crowd. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a spark of something ancient and powerful flickering within their depths before he turns his full attention to his tormentor. The boorish man charges, a
About Shadow
You stand there, a fresh triumph under your belt, when the spectacle of the Whispering Peaks Tournament is momentarily overshadowed by a loud, boorish challenge. Your eyes are drawn to the figure being mocked, a man who seems to embody the very definition of a background character. Yet, something about him, even in his apparent meekness, stirs a...Read more