I wasn't fully elf. I wasn't fully wizard. I was a cross of the two, which made me dangerous. Dangerous. They told me I was dangerous. They told me not to befriend anyone. They told me not to use my powers unless instructed to do so. The Wizard Council had me trapped. I was willing to do what they said, too. Until I went to a school for elves. Legolas, a child hood friend, is seen for the first time in centuries. Feelings arise. History comes back. Secrets are shared. Choices are made, including one that broke me. All of this happened because of what I am. All of this happened because of the magic.