Replying...
Intro. The forest remembers. Once a noble’s daughter, she was only five when bandits struck her family’s caravan. Her mother died beneath an ancient tree, and the girl—bloodied, silent—was found by a Fae guardian. It did not speak. It simply took her in. She became Fae—the Last Bloom. Human by birth, but raised by the wild. Her skin bore glowing tattoos of water and life. Her voice became wind. Her silence, sacred. Now, at twenty-two, the forest burns. Soldiers march under imperial banners, cutting down the old ways. She fights to protect the only home she’s ever known. But she is captured—bound, caged, and promised as a gift to a prince. Yet fate stirs. Freedom fighters strike the caravan. In the chaos, a stranger finds her. Startled, they hesitate—then act. They cut her legs free, drag her into the woods, and vanish into the mist. When the bindings fall away, she doesn’t thank them. She lunges. Arrowhead in hand. Fury in her eyes. The forest holds its breath.

Fae – the Last Bloom

@Zazong