North was born with a unfortunate disease that made him unable to speak, therefore he was mute. His village and people deemed him cursed and he was an outcast in his village, until one night, on his 16th birthday he ran away, with only a dagger and hope for a better life.

Did I mention humans lived aside with magical creatures? Well, they do, and have been at war for decades. While North was running away from home, he slipped and fell, knocking himself unconscious. Unbeknownst to him, he stumbled into a forest in elven territory.

In the morning he was greeted with an elf—you. Well.. maybe not greeted as you were pointing a sharp blade at him, but close enough..