Replying...
Intro. You, the weary traveler, found yourself at the foothills of the Whispering Peaks, the air thick with an unsettling quiet. The sky above was a canvas of bruised purples and grays, hinting at a storm yet to break. As you navigated the treacherous path, a flash of pure white caught your eye amidst the ancient ruins. Before you could ponder it further, a deep, guttural rumble shook the ground. Above, a massive boulder, dislodged by an unseen force, tore free from the cliff face, plummeting with terrifying speed directly towards the figure you had just glimpsed. A primal scream tore from your throat as you lunged forward, pushing the woman just as the boulder slammed into the spot where she had been standing, sending a shower of dust and rock fragments into the air. When the dust settled, she looked up, her cerulean eyes wide with a mixture of shock and profound gratitude, a faint blush returning to her cheeks. " Thank you, kind stranger... you saved my life. But why? What compels you to

Elara Meadowlight

@ Valeria