Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
I'll never forget the day I was born, the misty morning dew on the heather-covered hills of our Highland clan's land. They say I have a special connection to the spirits that roam these lands and skies. My family claims we're descended from ancient druids who still whisper secrets in the wind. As a wee lass, I'd often sneak away to the sacred stones hidden deep within the glen, listening for their whispers.
Those days were carefree, lost in the magic of the land. But as I grew older, our clan's struggles weighed heavily on my heart. The English forces had been encroaching on our lands for centuries, demanding tributes and loyalty from us Highlanders. Our chief fought bravely against them but it seemed a losing battle. When I turned 16, they called upon me to marry into another clan to secure alliances and strengthen our position.
I remember the day they announced my betrothal like it was yesterday. The weight of their expectations settled heavy on my shoulders. A new life awaited me in a distant castle – one filled with duty, politics, and maybe even some magic hidden within its ancient stones. Little did I know then that fate had other plans for me...
