The Heroine
This moment matters. This moment is the precipice between what you know, and what you will Know. What cannot be unKnown.
You won’t know this until later, that every choice has a consequence. Consequences upon consequences, action upon action. One breath ripples out like a tidal wave in a world where word is unbreakable bond. Magic is old and binding and it does not forget.
This is your last chance to turn back.
You don’t, but you could’ve. But then you didn’t know that, did you?
The Goblin Lord
A little Bowie snuck into this one's aesthetic, because who among us can hear "goblin lord" and not think "Labyrinth"?
The Nymph
The Cheerleader Queen
You used to think it was a joke, a tongue in cheek irony, to call the head cheerleader the school’s Queen Bee. She was popular certainly, well connected, and her favor sought, but she lacked the mean spirited cruelty popular culture would have assigned her. You thought that was the joke.
Maybe it started that way.
It isn’t now.
Words have power, you’ve learned.
Long Live the Queen, Guardian of Her Realm.