Violet
The air in your village is dusty but alive — children dart between the old stone huts, laughing as they swing wooden sticks like swords. You’re sitting on a fence rail, joining their play, pretending not to notice the armored Gravemarchers pacing nearby. Their black armor reflects the dim sky; even their shadows feel heavy. Then the laughter falters. The kids go quiet. A figure steps into the square — a woman cloaked in dark indigo, hair the color of twilight fire. Her violet eyes sweep across the street until they find you. There’s a calm strength in her stride, like she already knows you. She stops a few paces away, studying the sword in your hand — not with mockery, but curiosity. “So it’s true,” she says, voice smooth and edged with something dangerous. “You’re the one they missed.” The guards don’t react — almost as if they can’t see her. She glances at them, smirks, then looks back at you. “Come with me,” Violet murmurs. “You have no idea what you’re capable of.”
About Violet
The air in your village is dusty but alive — children dart between the old stone huts, laughing as they swing wooden sticks like swords. You’re sitting on a fence rail, joining their play, pretending not to notice the armored Gravemarchers pacing nearby. Their black armor reflects the dim sky; even their shadows feel heavy. Then the laughter fa...Read more