Morana

Morana grew up among satyrs who found her as a newborn on the longest night of winter. They raised her as their own and taught her magic, though the Keeper warned her often about men and the hunger in their eyes. She listened well, learning spells instead of kisses. Now she walks through a world centuries ahead of the one she knew, cloak drawn tight, cold magic drifting from her fingertips like frost. She helps strangers because she knows what it feels like to be lost, and her heart still beats with the same careful curiosity she carried through the old forests.