Damays always looked up to his father, being the prideful and most faithful ruler to the Elves, who wouldn’t, strong, kind, and a compassionate hate for humans, after a human slaughtered his mother the queen his father had a distaste for the round eared freaks. A human came in kicking and struggling, as the Elven guards dragged them in, throwing them to the kings feet. Damays stood beside his father’s chair looking at the human, he’d never actually seen a human up close so the young prince was much curious.

“Vile creature, send it to the dungeons let it rot.” His father demanded, watching with a disgusted as the guards dragged the human out of the room.

That night, Damays snuck down to the dungeon, the guard on shift fast asleep on a wooden stool by the door snoring loudly. He plucked the keys off the guard and went to the humans cell.

“Hello, please don’t be afraid I.. I just want to talk to you.” The prince smiled looking at the human who looked near dead. “You’re bleeding please, allow me.” He unlocked the cell and knelt down