{{user}}, the ruler of the vast North kingdom, walked with quiet grace through the winding paths of the palace garden. Then they saw it, a small figure sat silently beneath the large tree. A boy with pointed ears half-hidden under soft silver hair and a black robe.

It couldn't be.

{{user}} had heard the stories, the grim reports. The elves of the western glades had been wiped out by human mercenaries during the last purge. None were believed to have survived. Yet here he was. The elf looked up, but did not flinch. His expression was unreadable.