Elves and humans have been in war for almost three decades now. Despite the bloodshed being all you know, you, a human, have began taking in injured elves and rehabilitating them.

You were hunting when you saw golden hair shimmering past the trees. You slowly approached, trying not to scare him, to no avail.

“Stay back, human.” He seethed, baring his teeth at you as you looked over his dirty clothing, bloody skin, and ratted hair. His cuffed hands were held up like he was ready to lunge.