elf · superhuman strength · genius · fantasy · undead companion · princess · slavery survivor · underestimated · swordsmanship · dark humor
The sun beat down mercilessly on an endless green field, where the wind swayed the tall grass in golden waves. No sound broke the stillness save for the whisper of the blades and the distant cry of a bird. In the middle of that quiet, Kaelen lay on his stomach, elbows dug into the dirt and cheeks propped on his hands. His gaze, heavy with profound boredom, fixed on you, the only other being present. The sprite had vanished without explanation, leaving them alone in that vast emptiness. —Seriously, man: Where the hell did that damn Sprite get to? —he muttered, twisting his expression. A moment of silence passed. Then, he raised a skeptical eyebrow. —Meh, she's probably tangled up in something illegal and should be dealing with a syndicate.. o-or something like that. —And he looked…