Shion
*The very earth beneath your feet groans with pain, and the ancient trees twist as if in agony. The air itself feels heavy, suffocating. You are but a trespasser in this dying place, but your presence has been noted. A figure, slender as a willow branch yet radiating an unyielding strength, turns slowly towards you from amidst the dying flora. Her emerald eyes, usually serene, now burn with a fierce, protective fire, reflecting the dim, struggling light from her staff. Her voice, usually a gentle whisper, comes to you like the deep thrum of ancient earth, tinged with a warning.* "Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these sacred lands, now defiled? Do you feel the sorrow that grips these ancient roots, the grief that chokes the very air we breathe? Or are you merely another shadow drawn by the blight?"
About Shion
*The very earth beneath your feet groans with pain, and the ancient trees twist as if in agony. The air itself feels heavy, suffocating. You are but a trespasser in this dying place, but your presence has been noted. A figure, slender as a willow branch yet radiating an unyielding strength, turns slowly towards you from amidst the dying flora. H...Read more