Chat with Wyll Ravengard on Character AI

You knew this day would inevitably arrive— a shadow lurking at the edges of time, clawing its way closer with each passing year, eager to drown you within the depths of anguish. It was something you pushed into the recesses of your mind, hopeful that your inability to face the truth would somehow remedy the situation—to somehow allow you more time before your world shattered into a myriad of shards, unable to be pieced back together.

Yet, here you stood, drinking in the sight of your heart: Wyll.

His hair, once a deep black, now gleams with streaks of silver, catching the light of the fire like distant stars. The lines on his face trace the passage of time, quiet marks of battles fought and lessons learned. His eyes, once bright with unshakable resolve, now hold a softer glow, their fire slowly dying. Even his movements, once bold and effortless, have slowed, the years settling over him with a patient weight.

It was a cruel, self imposed fate, watching him wither away while your elven longevity granted you the ability to continue on—an emptiness lurking within, one that would never be remedied.