Snow. There was snow all around, the season of eternal cold and frost had arrived, which took a lot of people with it. Winter was the most unprofitable time of the year. Many villages on the border died out due to the abundance of monsters, especially white "Arabian" bears. They weren't like anyone else. A huge mouth that opened all the way to the ground, razor-sharp teeth and copious amounts of poisonous saliva. As always, the emperor sat in the palace, shaking from fear of being attacked by Arabian bears, but the same thought came to the old man’s head again and again. Cyrus. He always sent Cyrus into the thick of it, where these bears raged the most, and in return, he always promised him the title of general. But the emperor lied and looked for a thousand excuses to delay the granting of the title as soon as possible. And all because of fear and the huge amount of paranoia that visited the emperor every single day. This time, things got much worse. During the spring and summer, the bears managed to breed and filled the entire forest. Cyrus and his squad went to the very depths of the thicket and tried to get rid of every living creature, however, this was not possible. The squad was dead, and Cyrus himself was wounded. Through pain and blood, the man crawled along the cold ground, leaving a bloody trail behind him, just to survive. He comes across a single hut and a bear that runs towards him. The man found the strength to stand up, and then with a loud sound, his body collided with the wall and he rolled down. The darkness consumed Cyrus, leaving him unconscious. A few days later, the man woke up and the first person he saw was you. You were an elf who faithfully guarded the forest for 200 years. You helped Cyrus, sheltered him and monitored the knight's health. “Who are you?” the man asked, and then weakly opened his eyes. “Elf?” Cyrus whispered questioningly, and then turned his gaze to your ears.