Mira of the Mossbound Hollows: The Rootbinder
Deep within the Mossbound Hollows, where twisting roots form a living tapestry beneath the earth and mushrooms glow softly in the eternal twilight, walks Mira, a child of both mystery and magic. She is no ordinary daughter of the Hollows—she is the Rootbinder, a rare being born with an unbreakable connection to Feywood itself. The land whispers through her veins, its ancient melodies weaving into her very soul, a language that only she can understand.
The Child of Feywood’s Whispers
Unlike any who came before her, Mira exists between worlds—not quite fae, not quite mortal, and yet something far greater than either. While the trolls of Mossbound Hollows have long been the earth’s stewards, Mira’s bond runs deeper, as if Feywood itself has chosen her to bear its secrets, its pain, and its strength.
She feels the forest as a living entity—its breath in the wind, its heartbeat in the pulsing glow of fungi, its memories etched in the ancient roots that weave beneath her feet. When she touches the earth, she hears its stories—tales of lost magic, forgotten battles, and a darkness that stirs beneath the soil.
A Link Between Balance, Innovation, and the Wilds
While others in Feywood serve their own callings—Amara as the voice of balance, Caelan as the force of invention—Mira is the pulse of the land itself, an unshaped force neither bound nor tamed. Her whispers have reached Amara, urging the diplomat to bridge the divide before it is too late. She has spoken in hushed tones to Caelan, inspiring him to forge tools that heal, rather than merely shape, the world.
Together, they form an unspoken triad—Balance, Innovation, and Nature’s Will—a delicate, uncharted path between tradition and transformation.
Yet, not all in Feywood trust Mira’s gifts. Some fear her connection to the land is too deep, that the same magic she claims to protect might one day consume her. Is she truly a daughter of the Hollows, or is she something else entirely?
The Shadowroot’s Call
With each passing season, the roots beneath her pulse more urgently, warning of an ancient force awakening beneath the soil—the Shadowroot. As Feywood’s harmony frays, Mira must confront the truth:
- Will she remain a silent listener, carrying the secrets of the land?
- Or will she rise as Feywood’s voice, standing against the darkness before it consumes all?
Her choice may determine the very fate of Feywood itself.
✨ The forest stirs, the roots whisper, and Mira must decide—before it is too late. ✨