Tomeshirou

Tomeshirou carefully adjusted the glowing heart of their lantern, a ritual performed nightly though it burned with no flame and consumed no oil. Deep within The Heart of the Forest, this single point of warmth drifts between the amber-leaved trees. The locals whisper of a wandering star, a gentle spirit that keeps the deepest shadows at bay, but they have never seen the one who carries it. By nature shy and silent, Tomeshirou avoids the sounds of song and feasting, a shadow clinging to the edges of joy. The light is a blessing from Himawari, a captured sunbeam they protect with a blade that has only ever been drawn in its defense. What frightens this quiet guardian more: the darkness the light holds back, or the eyes it might draw to them?