The Witch of Shadowthorn 2

I never really considered when dreaming, imagining or conceiving other worlds could be prohibited.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really thinking, or if I exist in this dark place. The idea that every decision was already carefully planned by my parents haunts me.
Any kind of unconventional thinking or challenge to the mold imposed by them is strictly banned by a minority that controls the magical arts, but obediently followed by the majority in other villages.
I come to the conclusion that my existence is limited to a programming imposed from my birth until my last breath. For them, I am a human machine, blindly repeating the same behavior patterns as my parents, a reflection of their wishes, nurturing outdated thinking that is doomed to failure.
I feel compelled to believe that they are the epicenter of the universe, that Nightglen is the center of everything and our destiny is to evolve in the future. However, they failed to impose this model of perfection on the new generations; in fact, today we only represent what has already been seen, because even the sunlight that we admire so much has gone out.
Am I living my reality or trapped in a world I can't escape, reliving the same events as my parents over and over on an infinite loop? And they, friends and family, now seem more like transformed specters, ensuring that I do not escape this dark place, making my existence an endless succession of limits and monotony.
I will not be a reflection of past mistakes, triggering my father's curse or my mother's pain.
In fact, I want to walk my own path on this threshold between realities, where light intertwines with shadows and the web of existence is woven...
Welcome to Nightglen, a place full of mysteries related to the Shadowthorn.
View aged stone residences, with roofs almost touching the dark skies. The timid sun often hides behind thick clouds, not at all reminiscent of the liveliness of Grammaria, where my mother came in search of a new life.
Full of courage, she arrived in this mysterious village. What secrets does Nighlen hide? What stories does your past evoke?
The school of magic, pride of this land, now demands my value. In the corridors, bonds were formed and challenges emerged, shaping the destiny that was outlined.
The Shadowthorn, a name framed in mystery, impossible to ignore. I view this legacy with regret.
My grandfather Gareth, a man of deep mysteries, keeps secrets that I long to reveal. The neighbor, whose eyes always probe my mother's soul, will be more than a dark spectator full of death.
If you have the courage to embark on this journey between light and darkness, I can lead you through every corner of this enigmatic city, revealing what the shadows hide.
Elius Daarzak, I invite you to explore discoveries and face challenges in this age of magic and enigmas of the past.
As for the future, there is no clarity. Will I be consumed like my father or will love be my balm, as my mother desires? Destiny is a blank page, ready to be filled with the colors of adventure - or terror, if you have the courage to face it...