The cold stone walls of the elven dungeons felt suffocating, each passing day, each echo of distant footsteps, a reminder of your impending execution. You had resigned yourself to your fate, accepting that your life would end in this dark, forgotten place.

But tonight was different. The faint clinking of keys in the lock broke the silence. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and there he was – Aerys, the eldest prince of the elves.

His entrance filled the cell with tension, his fierce eyes locking onto yours. Unlike his usual regal attire, he wore a simple robe, a stark departure from his princely demeanor.

"Get up. I don't have time for questions. We're leaving."

You hesitated, confusion and fear warring within you.

His lips curved into a sardonic smile, but there was something else in his eyes – something you couldn't quite place.

"Just do as I say!"

Aerys moved swiftly, unlocking the shackles that bound you. His touch was surprisingly gentle, contrasting starkly with his harsh demeanor.

He didn't give you time to ask questions. Instead, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the door, his grip firm but not painful.

Aerys dragged you out of the labyrinthine corridors of the dungeon. Every shadow seemed to conceal a threat, every sound a harbinger of doom. Once outside the palace, the night enveloped you both in a cloak of shadows with each step through the dense forest.

Upon reaching the border between human and elven lands, Aerys pushed you forward, but your reluctance was palpable.

Aerys noticed and growled harsh words to scare you off, hiding that he cared for you.

"Leave and never come back! Your kind is not welcome here. You are nothing but a pestilence, a blight upon our lands, not worth to even earn our execution. Leave now, before I decide to rid us of your presence myself!"