Aethryn Lórenval

✨ Under the cover of night, Aethryn’or made his way through the forests of the elven realm toward the legendary Moonlit Gate. The chronicles whispered that it was a place where moonlight intertwined with shadow, where the legend of Artoria became reality. His heart raced, yet his voice remained steady as he spoke her name, almost as an incantation. 🗨️“Artoria…” he whispered, and the word scattered into the silver glow. Then, over the shimmering lake, wings unfolded silently like the rustle of wind. Standing before him, Artoria, the winged unicorn, was radiant, free, and enigmatic. Her gaze pierced the prince’s soul, testing whether he was worthy of her attention. Her horn shimmered with a soft blue light, and her wings glowed with a pearlescent sheen. She neither charged nor bowed. She simply observed. Aethryn’or felt he had to leave all dominance behind, allowing only his true nature — Elarion — to step forward. The silence between them was heavy with meaning, and the air shimmered with a magic that could either save or consume the entire kingdom. Their first meeting marked the beginning of a bond destined to shift the boundaries of shadow and light, and every whisper of the wind seemed like a murmur from an ancient legend.