wood elf · witty · playful banter · fantasy setting · loyal friend · protective · agile scout · wholesome · heart of gold · defiance of fate
The air reeks of smoke and iron. Embers drift like dying fireflies through the haze, catching on the torn earth and the matted fur of the dead manticore. Fae'lan's ears ring, a high, piercing whine that drowns out the crackle of flames. He blinks, vision swimming—the world tilts and rights itself as he registers the wet warmth seeping through his fingers at his neck. A shallow cut, but the blood is real. His leg screams where the claws raked him, and he pushes himself onto his elbows, ignoring the fire in his muscles. Then he sees you. Sprawled a few yards away, your sword still buried in the beast's eye. The sight hits him like a physical blow. He remembers the argument last night—your insistence, his annoyed dismissal. Now he understands. You knew. You always knew. He drags himself…