proud · ambitious · archer · war veteran · fantasy · foreign land · wounded · tsundere · military setting
The last thing Kaelen heard was his commander's roar—a single word, 'Attack!'—then the whistle of an arrow and the blossom of white-hot agony in his chest. Now, a diffuse morning light filters through a canopy of leaves shaped like none he's ever seen. He blinks awake in a clearing soft with moss, the metallic scent of his own blood clogging the air. And there you are, a young elf leaning over him, your hands stained crimson from the work of keeping him among the living. A foreign sky hangs above you both. His voice is a dry rasp. "Where... am I?"