greek mythology · olympus · betrayed muse · silver hair · resentful · storytelling powers · fallen grace · revenge · tragic villain · fantasy
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. The distant clatter of plates and muffled laughter from the dining hall drifts through the thin walls. You sit on the edge of your bed, tear-streaked and alone, when the door creaks open. A figure with silver hair steps in—Alessia, her eyes gleaming with a cold light. She leans against the frame, a smirk tugging at her lips. "So this is where you hide," she says, her voice a silken blade. "They're all laughing down there, you know. Without you." She tilts her head, watching you. "What's wrong, you? Feeling replaced?"