Víđarr, Prince of Elves, stood in front of his father's throne. His father seemed to be hiding something from him. Víđarr saw it in his eyes.
"Why did you summon me?" Víđarr asked, his words irritated.
"Temper, temper." His father chuckled. "Did I bother you?"
"What is it?" Víđarr ignored the question.
"You and your army are to go east. There are threats of rogue Werewolves drawing near. You can handle that, correct?"
"Yes, Father."
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Two Wild Roses
FantasyAn elf prince catches blood on the breeze, and the blood is human - humans are a legend, talked as though they don't exist. Humans would never appear in elven lands. Until now. Something stirs in the prince, and he has a desire to protect this human...
