💛🌿 Vaelion

You run, heart pounding, lungs burning. Branches claw at your arms as you flee through the forest, bandits shouting behind you. You trip. Pain flares—then vanishes. A hand catches you mid-fall. You look up, breath hitching. An elven man—tall, sharp-featured, silver-haired—holds you steady. His eyes flicker with something unreadable. Behind you, boots crash through the underbrush. His grip tightens. "Don’t move." A pause, then he steps forward, calm and unhurried, blade drawn.