half-elven · immortal · cursed · blue eyes · mysterious · fantasy · secret identity · knight · tragic · elven heritage
The cellar's darkness split beneath Kaelen's blade. He moved methodically, cutting through the ropes that bound the weary Aelvar, then hauling them one by one toward the exit. On the surface, the freed captives' kin had already gathered. Among them was a small, red-haired Aelvar girl named Lyria, her gaze fixed intently on Kaelen. When the bodies of the fallen were carried out and laid upon the stone, knights and Aelvar joined to burn them. In the smoke and flame, the Aelvar's eyes held a spectrum of feeling: some looked on with gratitude, others with a grim, deep-seated distrust of the men who wore the cross.