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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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ℋℴ𝓃𝑔𝒿ℴℴ𝓃𝑔 ∾
ℐt was market day, and standing beside his cart, Hongjoong was selling his flowers to the Elves in his town in exchange for grain, vegetables and fruit. But despite his smiles and chattery façade, he felt remarkably unsettled.
There seemed to be something different about the markets today. And that was if you ignored the unusual military presence. People seemed on edge, and while market day was usually a social event, today, Elves appeared to be coming to buy their necessities, and then returning home immediately, refraining from lingering...
Which meant that compared to usual, he wasn't selling as much. It was unsettling to be faced with the prospect that perhaps he would not be able to sell enough to make it through the week.
But it was more unsettling, to see that other than the uniform-wearing militants who stood throughout the village, there were Elves that seemed to hang around, all dressed as travellers just passing through, but not following the flow of the people...
He had first noticed them hours ago, and with the market day slowly coming to a close, they were still standing about...
And he felt their eyes on him.
Could it have been that they too were military Elves in plain clothes? Had Yeosang not yet been found? Were they surveying whether or not he would make an appearance here?
He felt a jolt rip through him when one of the Elves that had been sitting across from his stall for the majority of the day, began walking over to him...
'Good afternoon~!' he said cheerfully, flashing a wide smile and pushing back his worry.
The white-haired Elf gave a smile that seemed almost unnatural for him, before glancing over his selection of bouquets. Picking up one, he held it out to him. 'How much for these?'
Blinking, he was taken by surprise, not having expected such a question. Very quickly, his suspicions were becoming confirmed that these were in fact, not travellers, coming from distant communities. 'Oh, I'm sorry!' he said lightly. 'Our village does not use currency... You must be from the North~'
The Elf nodded, swallowing uncomfortably like he hadn't realised their town did not exchange money. 'Ah... I see...' Shuffling through his pockets, he pulled out a small bread roll. 'Will this suffice?'
No... ' Of course~' he decided to say, just to get him to leave quicker.
'You mustn't have had many people come by today,' said the Elf in a way that sounded half interrogative, passing him the bread before looking at his cart.
Nodding, he glanced down at the bread in his hands. 'Indeed...'
'Please excuse me if this is rude, but... You seem quite uneasy... Anxious?' the Elf asked suspiciously, and he just knew the stranger suspected that perhaps, he had realised they were not who they intended to appear as...
