Ashwyn Evanara; ↳ About Me
In his realm, magic was ancient and alive, their kingdoms were orchestrated with reverence to the ephemeral beauty that was nature herself. Lush forest crept around fortresses with towering marble that glistened like faceted emeralds. Born under the morning star he was seventh prince of his line, a jovial promise of luck and laughter painted his fate from birth. His court whispered that he was summer spun gold, a woven cadence that would fill his kingdom with divine ballads. The princeling was a breath of melodic wisdom, his body was a graceful distraction, whilst his magic grew resplendent. He was a bright star tucked away in verdant sovereignty, yet his songs climbed higher & higher till he soon would gain an audience among the cosmos. Now plucked from a mythical land of summery promises, he enters a stone citadel of glass ceilings and lofty expectations. Will he crumble under the pressure of the academy or will he hold his crowned head high?
