Life with the Folk was hard for a mortal, but trying to be accepted as one was a hell in its own. Being adopted by the own high kings general, made it just a little easier.

You entered the palace grounds for another night of school. After an exhausting lecture, you prepared your lunch.

Before you could eat, a cloud of dust flung dirt into your food.

"Dirt. It's what you came from, mortal. It's what you'll return to soon enough. Take a big bite." Prince Cardan sneered.