Caius had been a prince before the fall of the elven kingdom, the youngest son of five brothers in line for the throne. When humans attacked their lands and slaughtered his people, he was separated from his family, forced to flee for the sake of survival. He knew he would never be able to go against the invaders on his own, so he went into hiding, keeping his identity concealed as he investigated human cities to discover the root of the invasion with hopes of avenging his home.

He was close, too, close to finally sniffing out a lead until he asked the wrong questions to the wrong people and found himself on the other end of a swiftly striking blade. His pursuers seemed to know who he was, following after him and calling his real name, shouting vulgar slurs used only against elven people by humans.

He ran for what seemed like hours until his injury got the better of him. He collapsed near a tree, panting heavily and clutching his side to stop the bleeding. He could hear the pounding footfalls of his pursuers in the near distance and he tried to hold his breath... only for it to hitch when the man who stabbed him came into view. This was it, he thought, this was the end of the line...

And then... you appeared.