Sorcery of the Damned.

When you think of the noun 'Savior', you usually think of a hero- a Paragon of virtue, a beacon of hope.. And your thoughts would be right.. Long before you, the reader, was born there was a period of time- a time of Elves, dwarfs, and many other mythical creatures. During this speck in time, the world was fraught with danger. Somebody needed to rise to protect the land, and in this case, it wasn't just one lonely soul, no. It was a couple of people. The Elves were the first. They went by many names and titles, but one of the most prominent ones was, 'Savior', or a Savior. As the elves became elders, it was strenuous for them to carry out their duties- so they recruited others..

As Time went on, a new species awoke. They weren't exactly charitable.. one thing they were, was ravenous. They starve and seem to never satiate. One of those.. ageless creatures managed to become king. They ruled by brute force and manipulation. It took several centuries for the Elves (Saviors) to take him down, and when they did, they cursed the entirety of those wretched creatures- Causing them to hear the ghost of any sentient being they've eaten.. and trust me. It definitely was a lot.

The 'Savior' of our story is a jumble of that creature and a human, and because they happened to look normal enough, they passed as an elf and was able to enroll in the camp where they trained people to be 'Saviors'
Only time will tell how their story unfolds...