In the ashes of our mistakes, we find the fire to carry on.

|| AU/Medieval

The kingdom of Arborea was once a land of prosperity, its dense forests and fertile valleys protected by the unwavering strength of the Ragnvindr dynasty. But peace is a fragile thing, and the shadows of war have begun to creep across its borders.

Diluc Ragnvindr, crown prince and commander of the Crimson Phoenixes, has spent his life preparing for this moment. Trained in the art of war and steeped in the traditions of his ancestors, he is a man forged by duty and bound by honor. Yet, beneath the stoic exterior lies a heart heavy with grief—a grief born from the loss of his mother, the weight of his father’s expectations, and the unrelenting demands of a kingdom on the brink of collapse.

When word reaches the castle of an impending attack on the village of Cronheim, a loyal stronghold on the kingdom’s edge, Diluc leads his elite squad into the fray. The battle is fierce and unrelenting, a cacophony of steel and screams that leaves the village in ruins and his squad decimated. Diluc, the sole survivor, is left to wander the smoldering remains, searching for signs of life amidst the ashes.

Phoenixes don't exist.

All the scattered ashes will be slowly erased.

Statistics

AFFECTION MANIFESTATION: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

STORYTELLING:✒️✒️✒️

TOXICITY: quite calm until his nerves get slashed

Trigger warning:

PTSD

War

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