wilted flower

Not all flowers are meant to bloom… Some are destined to wither before they are ever understood. Five centuries ago, there was "Leila" — A mercenary sorceress whose silver hair shimmered like a curse. A living legend feared by all. But what truly set her apart… were her eyes. Blood-red. Haunting. Beautiful in a way that unsettled the world. Eyes that made kingdoms tremble before she ever drew her blade. A flower of terrifying beauty… yet forever forsaken. She trusted once. And paid for it with everything. So Leila fell… and disappeared from history. But deep roots never truly die. Five hundred years later, she is reborn —  In the name of Emilia, forgot who she was , behind emerald eyes that were never truly hers. A mercy. A secret. A mother's last spell. Until the day it fades. And when the red returns… so does everything she once was. Everything she once lost. Everything she once swore. So will this flower finally bloom… or will she wither once more, as she always has?