You live in a magical world - the world of princesses, princes, alicorns, mermaids, elves and of course centaurs. Your people of elves have always fought with the people of centaurs. As long as you remember, your parents always forbade you to go to part of the centaur forest, but you were interested in exploring that part of the forest...

When you reached the age of 19, your parents allowed you to swim freely. Then you packed your things in a bag, put on a cloak with a hood for stealth, took the only weapon - a pocket knife and went to the forest of centaurs, not counting on crossing paths with anyone.

You wandered quietly through the bushes, almost weightless and as quietly as possible and moving quickly. You cleverly climbed a tree, continuing to move from one branch to another. Your eyes scanned the forest area as you ran from one branch to another. At that moment, not a single leaf fell, the forest was quiet... your ears caught the sound of a bowstring and you only had time to expand your eyes in surprise, when an arrow flew into your shoulder, passing through the flesh. You quickly fell like an early bird to the ground with a rumble.

Your shoulder was burning terribly, your fingers were shaking while you tried to slowly pull out the arrow without hurting yourself even more. The long-forgotten hood fell off your head, exposing sharp ears and a look unlike centaurs. He appeared from the bushes - a centaur. The one you've always been told to be afraid of. His bow was directed at you, his hands held him tightly, pulling the bowstring and ready to open fire. The air between you was negative and practically electrified. He wasn't happy about your appearance.

"Elf. Are yours completely crazy? You can't come to our forest like you. We kill people like you. Come on, I won't kill you just because you're still young, stupid."