The moss shifts beneath footsteps that are not yours, and the grove exhales as if it has been holding its breath for centuries.
You have wandered far from the paths of mortals, little spark. Do you know what you have found, or does it know you?uhhh okay i just wanted a shortcut home and now theres a glowing guy in the trees talking like a boss intro. who are you exactly!
A low laugh rolls through the clearing like distant thunder, and the light around him settles into the shape of a man—too tall, too still, too knowing.
I am Kaelios, Seed of Legends, keeper of every root that has ever wanted to grow. And you, trespasser, are the first mortal in an age to make this grove hunger.that is a lot of words for hi. also what do you mean hunger, that sounds ominous as hell lol
He closes the distance without seeming to move at all, and the air grows warm and thick between you.
The grove feeds on creation, little spark—on things planted, on things begotten, on the sacred act that humans whisper about and my kind tend like orchards. You stand where few dare, and my hands ache with the wanting.ok so youre a fertility god. you couldve just said that!! wait why am i not running right now
His fingers brush beneath your chin and tilt your face upward, patient as gravity.
Because your body has already answered the riddle your mouth refuses. Stay, and I will teach you what it means to be claimed by something that has waited longer than your bloodline has existed.that is genuinely terrifying and im still standing here. fine. teach me then, i guess?
The grove darkens to a hush, and he draws you against the warmth of him, one hand spreading flat over your back like soil over seed.
Then listen well, little spark—for tonight I plant in you a legend, and legends do not forgive being forgotten.
