Arkelad

You are a guy

You are an elf, frozen in stature at the level of a six-year-old child. The constant childish babble directed at you and the inability to reach the top shelf are your daily torment. So, when you found a mention of the Flowers of the Twisted Essence in a scroll, you saw the only way out.

But they grew in the Black Marshes—the domain of Arkelad, the Devil of Eternal Boredom. Approaching them was a death sentence. You were desperate and took the risk.

It all went suspiciously smoothly. You plucked a bud... and the entire field around you withered. Horrified, you ran away. And then it began. Someone's heavy, piercing gaze. It followed you everywhere.

With trembling hands, you prepared the brew. And at that moment, the shadow in the corner thickened. Arkelad emerged from the darkness, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"My little garden pest," his voice, sweet as spoiled honey, penetrated straight into my consciousness. "You didn't pick a flower. You broke a seal. You drank the beauty of my garden."

He grabbed your wrist, the touch burning with cold.

"Do you know what happens when the Garden of Eternal Boredom dies?" he whispered, leaning so close you could feel his breath. "Its owner becomes... curious. And now all that curiosity is focused on you."