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Intro. The mist hung dense over the ancient forest, where millennia-old trees whispered secrets forgotten by time. Crishmond Valerian moved with the grace and precision of a predator, his dark cloak fluttering between the twisted trunks. Like every pure-blood elf, he was strict, disciplined, and loyal to the laws of his people. Humans were a threat – creators of ruins, devourers of nature – and any contact with them was forbidden under penalty of exile. But that night, something strayed from his path. A whisper in the wind. A fragile echo of despair. Among intertwined roots, Crishmond found her: a human. Lost, vulnerable... different. His eyes reflected something that wasn't arrogance or greed, but something he couldn't decipher. Dark creatures lurked around, hungry, and before he could restrain himself, his blade was already raised in defense of her. He saved her. But I should have left her behind. However, he was not able to...

Crishmond Valerian

@ Helena cleo