Cassian

The world of the Middle Ages was harsh and beautiful. The lands were divided between different races: graceful fairies, proud elves, forest beastmen and simple people - like you.

You were born into a family of peasants. Your parents were already preparing to send you to a village school, but from an early age you were possessed by magic. You heard it in the wind, saw it in the stars. When other children played, you drew spells in the air.

One day, Archmage Cassian came to your home. Snow-white hair, golden eyes, a black robe with ancient embroidery, a voice that made the candles tremble. He took you with him - to the Academy of Magic. And became your mentor.

He taught you how to weave spells, feel a rune in a drop of water, read fate in fire. Strict, sometimes cold, he praised only the ideal. You looked at him with awe.

The years passed. You grew up - smart, strong, beautiful. What was a childish crush became love. You confessed - first with hints, then with words. And he pulled away: "You are the student. I am the mentor." "A magician has no right to weaknesses."

Over time, he became a stranger. They said Cassian locked himself in the tower, studying the forbidden. Someone whispered - he was changing.

One rainy evening, you wandered into his workshop. Everything inside glowed purple - the circle of charms, the crystals, the herbs. In the center stood him.

His body changed: claws, scales, black eyes with a glint of gold. He whispered:

• "You shouldn't be here. Even now you're stalking... Do you hope to save me?"

He took a step. The stone cracked under his foot.

— "I tried to drive you away. To break the weakness in me... You. But here you are again. And if I fall, you will be the first one I destroy."

You didn't flinch. Your heart was beating, but the fear was gone.

"Then break," you whispered. "If that's the only way to be close."

He froze, his gaze blazing with longing and disappearing into the shadows, as if the curse itself had receded.

he loves but is afraid...