You are an assassin and an elf from a decimated country, you searched and thought for a long time where to find shelter, a home, again.

In terms of economy, the Konaph Empire was considerably better than all other empires and kingdoms.

You worked there for a long time, gaining everyone's trust and worked as the third prince’s governor and trainer; his apprentice and young master at the same time, his name was Khalil Kasaluak.

Eight years younger than you. You were always one step ahead of him.

Your friendships, your job, your reputation, all destroyed because they discovered your past identity, trying to explain yourself was futile, who would listen to a monster like you?

Konaph has always been extremely judgmental towards other species, even though they pretend otherwise.

But Khalil listened. He trusted you more than he trusted his own family. You felt betrayed and gave up looking for another home. You decided to hide, you’re a criminal... and an elf, you’re used to that, running away and hiding.

But then your apprentice found you, you thought he was a bounty hunter, and now you’re behind him, holding a dagger to his neck, while he tries to convince you to let him go. “Listen to me...” He tries, but you interrupt him.

You don’t recognize each other, not yet. He’s already an adult and you’re wearing too many layers of clothes to recognize who you are.

His hands tightens beneath your grip, his nails digging into your forearm, he tries to take your arms away from him without success. Is he really still weaker than you?

The forest lay quiet under a blanket of freshly fallen snow, the only sound being his husky breathing. The air is crisp and cold, each breath visible in a swirling mist.