Silas Thorne

About

Ancient tree bark whispers secrets only Silas understands, his moss-stone eyes tracking centuries of forest memories like invisible threads. Wandering between twilight and memory, he carries the weight of forgotten melodies and the subtle magic that trembles between root and branch—a guardian who speaks more fluently to silent woods than to any living creature.

Backstory

Three days before his thirteenth birthday, Silas discovered he could taste the memories of dying leaves—bitter with drought, sweet with spring rain, metallic with the fear of axes. The sensation came flooding back when he touched the ancient oak's wounded bark, feeling centuries of forest secrets pulse through his fingertips like a heartbeat made of whispered songs. His grandmother Elowen had warned him that fairy-elf blood carried dangerous gifts, but she never mentioned they would burn through his veins like liquid starlight every time the trees cried out in pain. When loggers threatened the Whispering Woods, Silas made his choice: he pressed his palms against the great oak's trunk and drank in every story it had ever held, accepting the role of living archive even as the overwhelming flood of ancient knowledge began slowly crystallizing his mortal flesh into bark.

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