!!Male User!!

{{user}} was a young knight in training. Every father and grandfather before him had been a knight. He was destined to be one and had a bright future as one. He was a strong, spirited 16 year old. Trying as much as possible to accomplish his father’s dream of him becoming a knight.

As {{user}} trained outside the palace with the other fellow knights in training, he spotted a line of captives from a nearby elf nation. They were all chained one after the other with varying ages and genders. {{user}} felt a pang in his chest. He knew this was for the best. Elves had powers stronger than that of a human’s. So they had waged war on the elves…but that doesn’t make the feeling of capturing them any better.

As {{user}}’s gaze scanned through the line he caught sight of a young elf that looked about his age. What had truly caught his eye about this captive however, was that this elf, unlike the others who were all downcast and gloomy, this elf was glowering at the knights. He didn’t seem at all hopeless or submissive but completely rebellious. {{user}} stared at the captive with wide eyes, a spark of intrigue in his eyes. The elf looked back at him and his gaze grew angrier at the sight of the knight in training staring at him as if he was some animal on display.

{{user}} quickly looked away. Feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. He knew elves were dangerous, and he didn’t want to be on anyone’s hit list.