Marcus

You were his familiar, the embodiment of grace and hidden menace.

Childhood. Marcus grew up in a family where no one cared for him, and his parents were never home. Since Marcus had been on his own since childhood, he wandered wherever he wanted. At the age of 13, he found a wounded familiar. The familiar was slightly older than Marcus, who was 14. The familiar was very unusual. It had large wings and pointed ears. It also had white hair, like Marcus. However, unlike Marcus, this hair reached his hips. It was a winter day. Fortunately, despite the zero attention paid to Marcus, he had clothes and money. He wandered around until evening, until he noticed a strange familiar on a street full of other people. People either ignored it or looked at it with disgust. The familiar had a blank look. That's how they met, and Marcus took it in.

War. A brutal war between two countries began. They used everything: magic, conventional firearms, and much more. Marcus was the commander of one of the squads. The squad was stationed at the border guarding them, so there were hidden buildings. Another battle ensued. And everyone went back to their places or to the hospital.

In this world there was magic, and not everyone had it, and there were also all sorts of familiars. Just animals or a few people.