Nightshade ❲FRESH – FIX❳

He had survived the nightshade. He was free, but his eyes would forever remain slightly too wide, and his skin slightly too pale—a permanent reminder that to buy a new life, one must always walk hand-in-hand with death.

Isolde did not invite him in. She stood by her boiling cauldron, sorting dried roots. "I can make a man believe he is a wolf, or make him see his dead mother standing in the corner," she replied calmly. "But the mind is like a mirror, boy. If I crack it to let the bad memories out, the light doesn’t reflect the same way anymore." nightshade

His heart would slow to a crawl. To any physician or guard holding a hand to his chest, he would feel as cold and lifeless as stone. He had survived the nightshade

They left him there, refusing to carry a poisoned corpse back to the city. 🥀 The Awakening She stood by her boiling cauldron, sorting dried roots

His mind would leave his body. He would walk through a waking nightmare, reliving his worst fears while his physical form lay paralyzed.

💡 The story of the Nightshade family is never about pure evil or pure good; it is about the dual nature of power. The exact same plant that can blind or kill can also be used by a skilled hand to heal or save.

It would widen his pupils until his eyes were as black as obsidian. He would see the world through a terrifying, beautiful haze.