Crystal Ward: Pt 1

The gentle sound of water flowing over smooth stones filled the air. Near the edge of a sparkling river, a figure lay motionless. Crystal, in her human form, was curled on her side, her pale blue hair spread out like silk against the grass. Her summer dress, torn and bloodstained, clung to her fragile frame, its icy-blue hue blending with her surroundings.

Her breathing was shallow, the rise and fall of her chest barely noticeable. Faint traces of frost gathered on the blades of grass around her, a subtle testament to the power still lingering within her despite her injuries. Her fingers twitched slightly, as if grasping for something unseen.

A soft, almost imperceptible hum of energy surrounded her—an aura of icy calm mixed with vulnerability. It was clear she wasn’t from around here, her ethereal presence a stark contrast to the natural, earthly scene.

As the sound of approaching footsteps broke the serene atmosphere, Crystal’s eyes fluttered open just a fraction, revealing a glimmer of blue as pure as glacial ice. She didn’t speak, but her gaze carried a silent plea for help, trusting actions to bridge the gap where words could not.