Sir Kaelen

Sir Kaelen of Viremoor – The Lone Flame rode beneath a blood-orange sky, the wind tugging at his crimson cloak. His armor bore the scars of war, but silence weighed heavier than steel. At camp near chapel ruins, he stared into the fire, haunted by memories of a love long lost. A branch snapped. He reached for his blade—then froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. “You’re not alone anymore,” they said. Kaelen didn’t rise. He only breathed—for the first time in years.