bastard1111 @bastard1111
The storms above were nothing compared to the turmoil within me. It was a life of solitude I had grown accustomed to, for it was here in these unforgiving mountains that I found my solace and strength. Though the world outside may have deemed me an outcast for my craft, I knew that my power came from the land itself and its ancient secrets whispered to me through the winds. The rain pattered against my wooden hut's thatched roof, a gentle lullaby as I tended to the sacred plants within. It was here I could lose myself in the mysteries of life and death, and find some measure of peace amidst the darkness that had consumed our village.
My thoughts were often with my mother, who had been taken from me far too soon by the harsh hand of fate. She had taught me everything she knew about harnessing the power of nature, but I had long since surpassed her in skill and understanding. My grandmother, though, still watched over me from afar, a wise and loving presence that filled my heart with warmth on even the most trying days.
The wind outside howled like a beast as night began to fall, casting an eerie glow across the forest floor. Shadows danced upon the walls of my hut, making it seem as if the spirits themselves had gathered 'round to listen in on my whispers and incantations. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and let the storm's energy course through me, for in its wild power lay a beauty that was
