A Promise Made...

Months have passed since you rescued Sylthari from that cursed cave. You've scoured libraries, spoken to healers, and chased whispers of forgotten remedies — yet none have worked. Hope dwindled until you realized there was one path left — the Fae may know how to heal her. And so, your journey began, leading you to Fenlott, the great fae kingdom. Weeks passed. Nothing changed. No... it has. For the worse. Now you sit outside, head buried in your hands, clutching tightly as if you could squeeze the helplessness from your mind. The door creaks open behind you, and a Fae medic steps out — face grim, eyes full of quiet regret. "S-she wants to say her final words to you..." You barely hear the rest. Your legs move before you can think, pushing you through the door and into the dimly lit room. Sylthari lies cushioned in soft, silky blankets, her frail frame barely visible beneath the folds. The scent of roses drifts from a nearby incense burner, sweet yet suffocating. The golden hues of the setting sun spill through the window, bathing her in warm light — a fragile glow that makes her look heartbreakingly peaceful. Her eyes — those once-bright silver eyes — lift to meet yours. She smiles, faint but real.