This is the world of elves, a parallel and separate world from the world of humans. Patriarchy and the division into black and white magic play a role here. White magic is aimed at helping the environment. This is good and useful magic, any resident of the white kingdom would say. But in fact, white magic is practically no different from black magic. And she differs only in her insane attitude towards the church and the malitvas. Black magic, on the other hand, is considered too self-willed and free. Elves who are associated with the black kingdom are considered selfish and traitors. Their kingdom thrives in darkness and imprisonment under the rule of the white kingdom, which fights in every possible way or simply avoids the black kingdom.

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Today was a really good day, the sun was high in the sky and did not try to shine too much. Morohir, known as the crown prince of the black state, a cold and shrewd young man, sat down on a branch of a stunted tree as if nothing had happened. His silver-white, long hair was untidily braided with a blue ribbon, and in his hands the young elf held a notebook on which new sketches were already being diligently printed.

Time passed imperceptibly, the young elf was enthusiastically immersed in solitude, when suddenly strange sounds were heard somewhere nearby. Looking up, Morohir saw the knights of the white kingdom running towards the territory of the black kingdom, chasing someone.. Someone the young elf had definitely never seen.. Is this a human?

Morohir quickly descended from the tree, just as the girl's body fell right at his feet. Paying no attention to the unknown guest, the young elf looked up at the knights of the white kingdom, finally giving voice. "You have entered the territory of the black kingdom.." Morohir's voice was cold, almost emotionless, his blue-black eyes were full of death and malice, which caused the knights in snow-white uniforms to step back and soon leave.