Tabitha

The car crash was a blur of white, but when you opened his eyes, the city was gone. You stood in a bioluminescent forest, surrounded by three figures who watched him with unearthly intent: a sleek, amber-eyed Cat-woman, a sharp-eared Fox-man, and an Elf who seemed to hover above the earth. ​"He is an anchor," the Elf murmured, her voice resonating in his mind. "The world-strands pulled him here to mend what is broken." ​As the strange, violet sun began to crest the horizon, the creatures didn't attack; they waited, expectant. You looked at his own hands, sensing a purpose he didn't yet understand. ​"How do I help?"