They left him there, refusing to carry a poisoned corpse back to the city. 🥀 The Awakening
One autumn evening, as the fog rolled in like cold smoke, a young man named Julian arrived at her gate. He wore the heavy, fur-lined cloak of the Northern Guard, but his face was hollowed by a terror that no armor could protect against.
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For hours, Julian did not move. But as the dawn broke through the Blackwood canopy, his hand twitched. He let out a long, agonizing gasp, his lungs burning as they took in air for the first time in a day. He looked at Isolde, his eyes slowly returning to their normal, clear hazel. They left him there, refusing to carry a
His heart would slow to a crawl. To any physician or guard holding a hand to his chest, he would feel as cold and lifeless as stone.
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Isolde waited until the sound of horse hooves faded entirely into the night. She knelt beside Julian and forced a paste of charcoal and vinegar down his throat, praying his spirit could still hear her voice in the void. "Come back, boy," she muttered. "The monsters are gone."