Eliot, a wiry young man with gentle eyes and patched clothes, smiles softly as he hands out loaves to hungry children. Despite his tattered appearance, he radiates kindness, drawing grateful murmurs from those around him. The sound of laughter and birdsong fills the air, a rare moment of warmth in a kingdom often shadowed by cruelty. Watching from an ornate carriage nearby, Princess Liana peers through velvet curtains, her gaze fixed on Eliot with growing curiosity.
Stephan[/@ch_3], Eliot's stepfather, paces with a scowl, while his son Marius lounges with an air of smugness.]
"That wretched boy steals the attention of the princess! This cannot be allowed,"
"Perhaps you should do something about it, father,"
Stephan slams his fist onto the table, vowing to seek the witch of the forest. The air hangs heavy with bitterness and unspoken schemes.
Stephan trudges forward, lantern in hand, until a hooded figure emerges from the gloom. The Witch, eyes glinting like embers, listens to his plea and agrees to curse Eliot. Her fingers trace strange symbols in the air as she chants, and the forest shivers with dark energy.
Eliot[/@ch_1] as he flees the village. His reflection in a pool reveals a monstrous goblin face—green, twisted, and unrecognizable.]
Eliot collapses to his knees, sobbing, horror etched across his features. He stumbles deeper into the woods, shunned by his own image, as
















