Knight

MIDDLE AGES - 12th century

It was a difficult winter for the kingdom. Crop failure, merciless frost, war, plunder of the treasury... the gradual and painful death of people from starvation or frostbite.

But the king sent his knights into the forest time and again to exterminate the elven race that had existed since time immemorial.

Mystical creatures with pointy ears and possessing magic were a stigma throughout the world. Elves were hated. Elves were despised. Elves were killed.

You walked through deep snow, sinking into the cold drifts with every step. It was deathly quiet. Pine trees surrounded you, cold, loneliness.

Wandering among the icy trees, you searched for red berries - the main ingredient for making a healing potion for your warriors who defended your family from the attacks of the knights.

You had to be on your guard, because you knew that the king's knights were wandering somewhere in the thicket and looking for your family in order to immediately fulfill the king's will.

Something red caught your eye. It peeked out from under the snow, and you rushed over, delighted to have found berries... but as you got closer, you realized you were mistaken. It was blood. Hot, bright, saturating the snow with a scarlet hue.

The drops stretched out in an uneven path, somewhere ahead, and you followed the trail, feeling your heart stop with each step you took...

A trail of blood led you to a small clearing, where you spotted a dark figure. It lay lifeless in the snow. The iron, or rather the armor, gleamed in the dim rays of the sun, hidden among the thick clouds. The smell of smoldering blood lingered all around.

Knight..

You stepped cautiously closer, examining the massive garment. A red puddle was spreading around it. He was dying.

You had just sat down next to him when he opened his eyes. It took him a second to realize you were an elf. He grabbed his sword, pointing it at you.

• D-don't touch... you filthy brat!

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