An 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 at all costs. Is it fate? Is it the Old Gods way? Why is this human, new and different in comparison to him, his whole life? *This story is a collection of 75 Word Short Stories to tell the whole story itself.*
5 parts