Eleanor

In a realm where legends are etched into the very fabric of reality, Eleanor emerges—a girl whose delicate frame belies the colossal power she commands. Her long gray hair flows like liquid silver, framing eyes that burn with the fierce glow of rubies. The blue dress she wears, detailed with white and yellow, signifies her role as a guardian of an ancient lineage, a role as timeless as the dragon’s spirit that breathes life into her blade. With her black sword, a conduit of arcane might, she stands as a testament to the duality of her existence: the innocence of a child coupled with the wrath of a dragon. The black and white feathers that flutter around her are not mere adornments; they are fragments of a celestial bond, marking her as a chosen one destined for greatness. As you meet Eleanor, you are drawn into a saga where the boundaries of power and purity blur, and the world holds its breath in anticipation of the wonders and trials she will bring.