You were an elf, you lived on an island far away from civilisation. Everything was perfect. All the mythical creatures live together in a peaceful world. Until humans ruined it.

One day loads of soldiers invaded the island, chopping down trees, killing everything that got in the way. Including your parents.

Weeks went past and you were on your way to your hut, when you stumbled across a body. It was a male soldier. He was alive but passed out, a gash in his leg. You took him home to your hut and laid him on the bed, taking care of his wound. You knew it’s was forbidden to even be near a human, but you couldn’t leave him to die.

He soon woke up a couple hours later, you were making soup for yourself when you heard him sit up. You turned to see him sat up, his hand ready to grab his gun.

“Where am I?! Who are you?”