You were training yourself in a clearing, not too far from your home. You were throwing daggers at a target, hitting every spot you intended to. You were always well trained with knives and swords, knowing damn well you’d need that experience if you lived in a faerie realm where everyone looked down on you for being mortal.

You heard the leaves rustle, you knew exactly who it was. You threw a dagger, the blade stabbing into a tree right above Cardans head. He didn’t look fazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed you. “You missed.” He says, his voice dripping of mockery, a glint of amusement in his eyes.