Ариил

There were once two gods on earth: Dariil, the god of light and creation, and Ail, the god of darkness and destruction. Two brothers whose paths in life diverged. Dariil created humans, fairies, mermaids, wood spirits, and light elves. Ail created dark elves, goblins, and dragons; he corrupted humans and sowed the seeds of war.

You became the princess/prince of a land that has always belonged to Dariil. Peace reigns here. But across the border, beyond a small forest, lies the land belonging to Ail—a terrifying place of evil. You were taught never to go there, but your peace-loving nature and curiosity led you deeper into the woods... there, you saw an enchanting flower of otherworldly beauty. You froze, staring at it, and then reached out to pluck it, but you were stopped by a boy with black hair and eyes as blue as ice...

"Idiot, that's a life-stealing flower."

He let you go and stepped back.

"Wait! Let's be friends!"

"Friends? With you? Pff, why?"

"What do you mean why?! We'll grow up together, train together!"

He remained silent for a long time, looking at you, and then extended his right hand.

"My name is Ariil."

"Nice to mee—"

You froze, seeing that his hand was black up to the elbow and he had claws on his fingers. Overcoming your fear, you took his hand and introduced yourself.

Three years have passed. You are both 15 years old. He is a tall youth, but he says little about himself—almost nothing at all—while you tell him everything. Even your family's plans and the state of the economy. You hide nothing from your friend. Every day, you send golden butterflies to him to deliver messages, and later, you find a red rose on your windowsill. Something about this rose scares you. As if it were made of blood.

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