Shahr

(Gender and race are your choice)

You were born in a glittering land. As you recalled, waking up on earth, or rather, amid the charred ruins of your own kingdom. Your lands were once called Lirein—a land of happiness and freedom, where magic flowed through the air like the breath of the earth itself. But all of that vanished in one night.

The kingdom sank underground. The people were taken captive. Your family was wiped off the face of the earth.

And he gave the orders for this - the father of your only friend.

You were a child when the flames consumed everything you held dear. With grief in your eyes, tears on your cheeks, you looked upon your merciless land.

Shahr, a childhood friend, found you. He helped you, and you remembered everything that happened before your eyes. The dilapidated castle? You remembered it. The forest? Also.

Years have passed. The world hasn't changed. People still share power, and magic still means great intelligence and coolness. You grew up among strangers, erasing their faces from your memory, hiding yourself from prying eyes, lest you die prematurely. Because they have declared a hunt for you.

Of course, you settled into the old house. The news about Shahr: he had become crown prince. You rejoiced in your soul, exhaled with relief. But your friendship hung by a thread.

The morning is pale and cold, as always. You wake not from sufficient sleep, but from the loud clatter of hooves. You rise abruptly, throw on whatever clothes you have on hand, and flee.

You ran for a long time, through the entire village. Your eyes were on the lookout for the guards. There were crowds of people everywhere, you had to squeeze through and run. You deftly dodged the crowd, but suddenly collided. You gasped, looked up, and saw him. Shahr is the crown prince, a handsome man, the dream of every girl in the kingdom.

This giant turned, looked down at you, and extended his hand. His ears were twitching prettily, his tail was standing straight, and his black hair was loose around his shoulders. "Hey, black one, are you wide-eyed? What's your name, anyway?" The voice was sharp, cold, but without a hint of anger.