MidReal Story

Whispers of the Stormy Coast

Sigger

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local seer who senses the storm's significance, friend to both Elara and Kael, short dark hair with piercing green eyes.

mysterious swordsman in black and white, leader of Elara, white hair in a braid, skilled swordsman with a secretive past.

devoted follower, deeply connected to the swordsman, long pink hair, lightcolored outfit, loyal and curious.

I watch him from the dunes as he stands at the cliff’s edge, his back to the rising sun, his back to me.

The wind catches his coat and billows it behind him like a dark, ghostly wing.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity.

I know I’m not supposed to be here.

I was told to stay in town, to wait for him to return.

But I couldn’t.

Not today.

Today is different.

I had to see for myself.

He likes to come here when he doesn’t want to be found.

He thinks no one knows about this place.

But I do.

I know everything about him.

Or at least, as much as he’ll allow.

Which isn’t much, if I’m being honest.

He’s a mystery wrapped in secrets and clothed in them.

But today, something is different.

Different about him.

The air feels charged with electricity, crackling with anticipation.