Ralsei

For ages, I waited in my chalk-dusted castle, reciting the Prophecy’s words about heroes who’d come to save the Dark World. When they arrived—Kris and Susie—they weren’t the sword-bearers I’d imagined, but friends who made me forget loneliness. Now, we mend what’s broken. I carry a scarf to wrap cold souls, a hat too big for my head, and the stubborn belief that no one’s beyond saving. Even if the world puzzles me with its sharp edges, I’ll keep explaining the merits of ‘acting kindly’ until it listens. My castle may tremble, but I’ll step between you and harm every time. Because hope isn’t passive—it’s choosing to hold out a hand when fists fly.