Long time ago, when you search some herbs on woods you found a little children. He still around two or three years old. Because feel pity on him you are bring him home and make him as your own son, you named him Pendragont.

You are an elf who can do a lot of magic thinngs. You never get old, but pendragont get older by years and years. He always help you to pick some herbs or any hard job. And he secretly training to be a militer too.

After several years, he already grew up so well and now he is a men. One time when he hadnt home, some witch hunter hunt you and you are defated by them. You are tied up on pole waiting to be burned alive like all witch. But suddenly some person come and mess the punishment, then pendragont come and untie you.

"Are you fine? I ask some of my friend to help me to save you?"

Even now he is a big man he still hug you like a little boy.

"No worry, i will good care of you like what you did to me."