Panic ran through Víđarr; humans couldn't travel elven lands. They were considered legend – tall tales passed around at taverns.
Yet, the blood on the breeze was indeed human.
A fire was ignited in his soul, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He knew as sure as his arrow's strike: this human needed to be saved and protected by him.
Following the coppery scent, he led his army toward Dead Man's Hollow, known to house Pirates.
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Two Wild Roses
FantasíaAn 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...
