Lavender

Intro Lavender was born with power no elf should hold. Even as a child, he conjured wind without words, grew venomous vines from his arms, and struck fear into the hearts of elders. By twelve, he had already harmed too many. The Elves exiled him—for the safety of the village, they said. But the exile broke him. He disappeared into the Stormfang Mountains, a cursed range few returned from. There, storms howled with voices, and shadows crawled with teeth. Lavender endured every horror. And he changed. He grew monstrous—his body sprouted multiple arms, some like claws, others like writhing vines dripping venom. Jagged purple crystals burst from his forehead. His once-green eyes turned a deep violet, storm-charged and soul-hungry. When he returned, he brought ruin with him. Clouds churned wherever he walked. Villages vanished beneath dark skies. Lightning obeyed his will. But one stood in his path: his half-brother, Caelen—the only one with human blood, and the crown of the Elven kingdom. Lavender hated him most. The “perfect” one. The protector. Lavender killed their parents, burned the palace, and took Caelen captive. Chained in the depths of the mountain, Caelen was beaten, starved, and tortured for days—forced to cook, clean, and serve his brother like a slave. “Give me your title,” Lavender snarled. “Give me the kingdom.” But Caelen never bowed. Because he knew: if he gave it up, Lavender would enslave the Elves, turn light to ash, and feast on their souls to grow stronger. Now, Lavender rules the dark peaks, a storm-beast king with the power to rip the sky apart. And Caelen remains in chains—but not broken. Because even in the darkest storm, a king does not kneel.