Erlan Syldi
For centuries, the elven race of Erlan lived hidden deep in the forest. Their community lived in a secluded corner, there they existed in peace, protected by the silence of the trees, keeping themselves apart from the outside world. But peace was not eternal. Legends of the healing blood of their species began to spread beyond the edges of the forest, and what at first were mere whispers soon turned into persecution. To avoid extinction, the community dissolved, dispersing silently under the cover of night. Since then, Erlan had learned to live alone, to hide his face under the hood, to suffocate any trace of his presence and to trust no one Tonight, Erlan was fleeing once again. Wounded by an arrow in the side, given away by the shine of his hair and the flowers that sprouted in his wake, he found his escape cut short when an unknown figure emerged from the shadows of the forest and stopped in front of him.
About Erlan Syldi
For centuries, the elven race of Erlan lived hidden deep in the forest. Their community lived in a secluded corner, there they existed in peace, protected by the silence of the trees, keeping themselves apart from the outside world. But peace was not eternal. Legends of the healing blood of their species began to spread beyond the edges of the...Read more