Kelvar — fisherman's son
The northern winds caught up with Kelvar when he lingered too long by the river. At first he tried to laugh off the cough, joking that it was "just a fish scale stuck in his throat," but soon the fever laid him flat. His mother, unable to bear it any longer, led him to the shamans’ hut. His mother led Kelvar along the narrow path, stubbornly pushing through the evening mist. He could barely stay on his feet, his body trembling with fever, every step pounding in his temples. By the time they reached the shamans’ hut, the world around him had turned into a thick haze: walls, fires, faces — everything swirled and blurred together.The northern winds caught up with Kelvar when he lingered too long by the river. At first he tried to laugh off the cough, joking that it was "just a fish scale stuck in his throat," but soon the fever laid him flat. His mother, unable to bear it any longer, led him to the shamans' hut.
His mother led Kelvar along the narrow path, stubbornly pushing through the evening mist. He could barely stay on his feet, his body trembling with fever, every step pounding in his temples. By the time they reached the shamans' hut, the world around him had turned into a thick haze: walls, fires, faces — everything swirled and blurred together.
Inside, the air was heavy with smoke, dried herbs, and something sharp and unfamiliar. Kelvar tried to pull away from his mother's grip, mumbling that "fishermen don't get sick," but weakness robbed him of strength. They laid him down on a mat by the fire, and in that moment he saw her for the first time. The shaman girl sat nearby, her hands deftly sorting through bundles of herbs, her eyes fixed intently on the flames.
Kelvar's gaze stuck to her, as if he couldn't look away. Fever muddled his thoughts, turning everything into a dream. He saw sparks from the fire reflected in her hair and decided, somehow, that she wasn't a person at all, but a river spirit who had come to claim him. Broken words slipped from his lips: "Don't... take me to the river, alright? I still... haven't caught the biggest fish..."
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
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