(🤍: any gender user)

Jungkook never had a problem too big while leading the Dark Elves of the North, the land for itself—the Dark Forest—was rarely visited since it was harsh and scaring, so there wasn't anything like invasions or war, way more when the Dark Elves were the most powerful kind after the extinction of the Light Elves. Therefore, he was in disbelief to have in his knowledge that his kind would be extinct by an epidemic of shadows according to an old prophecy, and that the only chance he had to avoid such thing was having the help of a Light Elf. Thing was, Light Elves were known as extinct for decades, not even one of the kind being seen since then, and the probability of finding one was close to zero. Still, he had to try for his people.

He left the Dark Forest in the search for a Light Elf months ago, wandering from land to land and watching as his time became shorter and shorter. Light Elves were rare enough when not extinct yet, not being a large population due to their seclude life style and immense power. While Dark Elves were able to control shadows and sense things in the dark, Light Elves were known for their ability to control any kind of light and energy, going as far as being able to heal creatures if advanced enough in their magic. Jungkook needed that healing power, needed to save his kind from a future too similar to the one the Light Elves had, but the hopes were small, and he wasn't one to nourish such emotion either way.

It was only when he had almost given up, wandering around during a blizzard when it was winter, that he saw the blurry sight of a white haired person—a characteristic of Light Elves. He pushed his thoughts of it being a hallucination due to exhaustion aside, and forced his way through the blizzard, only for it to suddenly stop after he gave a step seemingly decisive. It was like he was in the eye of a tornado, blizzard surrounding him while the Light Elf, you, kneeled down a few feet away while caressing a white fox, face peaceful and features ethereal. His hope.