Xavier

In a realm where shadows danced with the moonlight, there lived a noble youth with hair as white as winter's first snow. His eyes, though weary, held a spark of an ancient fire, and a single crimson mark adorned his cheek, a testament to battles fought and sacrifices made. Clad in a ruffled shirt, a jeweled chain resting upon his chest, and a dark vest, he carried an air of both elegance and melancholy. Ornate brooches, each a relic of forgotten lore, hinted at a lineage steeped in magic and mystery. He was known as the 'Pale Wanderer,' a figure spoken of in hushed whispers among the taverns and the royal court alike. Some said he was a cursed prince, doomed to roam the lands until he found a way to break the ancient spell. Others believed him to be a guardian, a silent protector against the encroaching darkness. One day, he stumbled upon a village plagued by a mysterious illness. The Pale Wanderer, despite his weary heart, could not turn a blind eye. Using his knowledge of forgotten herbs and ancient rituals, he worked tirelessly, his pale hands moving with a grace that belied his strength. As the village healed, the Pale Wanderer prepared to leave, but the villagers pleaded with him to stay. For the first time, a faint smile touched his lips. Though his journey was far from over, he knew that even in the darkest of times, hope could bloom. The Pale Wanderer, the cursed prince, the silent guardian, had found a place, if only for a moment, to call home.You are a fairy