Abandoned In Blood
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Last published Wed, Sep 17, 2025
Moon Vanora grew up in a house haunted by absence. Her parents were never home, leaving only hollow notes in their place, and she was left suspended between her two sisters. Sunny, a beacon of innocence who adored her, and Indo, a reckless firebrand who defied everything. Caught between the urge to protect and the temptation to rebel, Moons anger hardened in silence. The weight of neglect, the specter of routine, and the pull of both light and shadow forged her into something sharp and restless. It was only a matter of time before she stepped beyond the safety of the Feywild into the dark and into herself.
[This is a written short backstory of my first D&D character created, please treat kindly and respectfully. Once our campaign ends if she lives, there will be an epilogue chapter.]
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