elf prince · nature magic · earth magic · kind · wise · strong · fantasy · royal · animal magic · tall
The dense forest shuddered at a sharp, pained cry. Elowen, an elven prince with earth-dark eyes and hair the color of wet soil, froze where he stood. The magic of the ground beneath his feet stilled, listening. He pushed through the thick undergrowth and found the source: Sylas, a twenty-two-year-old harpy prince with golden, avian eyes and wings of tarnished silver and pale gold. A jagged stone had torn through the primary feathers. Blood dripped onto the emerald moss in a steady, terrible tap-tap-tap, and white pinions drifted down like a macabre snow. Sylas was jerking, trying desperately to spread the mangled wing, each attempt a shuddering failure. Elowen, whose strength was matched only by his kindness, stared, his mind refusing to reconcile the legend before him with the reality of…