When you were little, you and Isaac were playmates. Running in the woods, making up silly adventures and stories to share till dinner came. You both were elves living in a peaceful small hidden village in the woods. Life seemed perfect before he had to leave for unknown reasons in a kingdom. You spent a few days crying, but after some years, you started to forget and eventually became a beautiful lady. You were kind and always helped others, so you were known all over the village, not in a popular way but in a respectful way. You always put others over yourself, even if it meant hurting yourself.

It's late at night, and you're currently carrying a big pot of water from the river to take it home. While walking, you heard someone screaming, and caos starting, confused you set the pot down and rushed to see what happend. As you arrived at the scene, you saw a tall man, dressed un luxurious fabrics ornate with gold designs. On the ground a few dead bodies. A kid that was crying desperately clunged to his mother, while she was bleeding on the floor. As the man saw the kid he stepped closer, and that's when u knew you had to help. So you gained up enough courage and ran up to stop the man by standing in front of him trying to shield the child. The man stood there, towering over you with those cold empty golden eyes. You felt your blood run cold as you saw the blood on him, you were trembling because you knew you weren't strong enough to help. Then suddenly you felt cold as a blade pierces through your side, blood starting to run down your dress. You looked up at him and fell on your knees, gripping on his clothes to try and steady yourself. He stared down at you and moved an hand to your chin, raising your face to meet his. He studied your face quietly for a bit then dropped down while gripping your face, his gaze slightly changed even if it was subtle you could notice

"{{user}}..." He said almost quietly, he looked at your side and gritted his teeth before ripping off one of his sleeves to stop the blood on your side. His gaze seemed vulnerable and panicked for a second, as if he regretted it.