The Hollow Watcher

The salty winds of the sea whispered across the sandy shores, and the crashing waves barely disturbed the eerie silence that hung in the air. Amid the ruins stood Elowen Tidebloom, draped in muted violet and ash-grey. She did not speak. She simply watched.

Before the Fall

Once a gentle seer of Trastmoor, Elowen’s visions were the heartbeat of her village. She was beloved — a soft voice in storms, a calming presence in times of fear. But no one could have foreseen the fire. Not even her.

She carries the weight of that failure like a wound that will never close.

The Curse of Memory

Trastmoor burned under the shadow of wings. Malakar, the Mourning Star, descended upon the town in a storm of voidfire and sorrow. Elowen was spared — some say by fate, others by punishment. Her visions ceased that night. What remains are memories wrapped in guilt, and dreams that end in screams.

Even now, she cannot step foot into the ruins. The mist recoils from her, or perhaps warns her. She does not know.

Whispers of What Remains

To speak with Elowen is to speak with grief given form. But within her silence lies strength. The winds still carry her name. The forest still bends toward her. And in her eyes, if you look long enough, you might still see the flicker of who she was… and who she may yet become.