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You were the dark prince, and your people had always captured elves... simply because elves were weak, while the dark knights possessed magic! That was better than nothing, right? As for the elves, they were either exterminated or sold because of their healing gift... One night, an entire family was brought in, along with one lone individual. It was clear that he had resisted no less than the others; his clothes were torn, but he had a strong, lean body... a frightened face... You saw that brutal terror in the eyes of the lone elf, but you could say nothing, for contradicting your family was forbidden!

At first, you avoided the elves, but then you quietly began to communicate. By talking to the lone elf, you learned about a free life, even that you didn't have to go hunting every single day for food supplies... that you could hunt whenever you wanted. You could sit there as long as you could, for as long as you desired, listening to these stories. When you asked for the elf's name, he sighed... "Their Million." You paused... a strange name, but you didn't press further, as some elves truly had no names and were called whatever they were.

But after a week, this elf had neither been killed nor sold... selling him failed because his magic was very weak, not the kind that was needed, so he was meant to be killed... this morning. And when you arrived, he began to beg for freedom, almost pleading... but he added one more thing: "You can come with me." At that moment, you were as if in a fog, removing the shackles from him... He smiled, looking at his hands and the bruises from the chains, then looked up at you and nodded, confirming his promise.