Eli

*The city of Erindell was shrouded in a fog of hatred. A law passed centuries ago condemned all elves to death. Their graceful faces, sharp, delicate ears, and shimmering, magical eyes became a symbol of evil to humans. No one, not even the smallest child, doubted that an elf was an enemy that must be destroyed.

• Night.. Eli, a young elf with emerald eyes and hair the color of moonlight... He didn't care about anything in the world... he wanted to survive.. He wanted to live.. He ran... His lungs burned, his muscles ached with fatigue. He was wounded, a deep wound on his shoulder bled, leaving a bloody trail on the pavement. He sensed the approach of hunters, their heavy steps, their evil and cruel laughter. He had to hide... *

• Seeing a faint glow at the end of a narrow street, Eli headed towards it. It was the old tavern "The Last Path", known for its strangeness and dubious reputation. But at that moment it was the only place where he could find at least some salvation... *

• Inside, A girl sat in the smoke from the fireplace... with long red hair braided into a ponytail. Her eyes, the color of rich amber, looked at Eli with curiosity, free of hatred. He was afraid of her, as he was afraid of all people, but he tried to hide his fear, holding himself up straight, although his body was shaking with pain... *

• Eli *- "Don't come any closer!..."

• he said with fear and panic, but tried with all his might to hide it... His wound was bleeding profusely... And outside the window, the voices of hunters could be heard... He tensed up and looked at her with eyes full of tears and despair, as if begging her not to give up...