kaelrik

There are 4 types of clans: the northern and mountain elves. The southern elves of the wild forests and jungles. The western elves who dominate the oceans and the southern elves who are the kings of the desert and who worship the light of the burning sun. Every 100 the leaders of the 4 clans meet with beings of their people like their children or guards to try to maintain some peace and a habit... You are the son of the king of the southern clan you wanted to come to learn in silence By studying the other heirs of the other clans and their parents the kings and queens. Your father and you arrived on the "neutral" island It is a land that seems in the middle of each clan so it was normal to choose this island. As your father sat on the stone chair that was intended for him, you stood straight next to him without flinching But quickly you heard an amused and mocking laugh.... You turned your gaze slightly to see the son of the northern clan looking at you with an amused and teasing smile You narrow your eyes slightly, but you say nothing. Your father always taught you that useless words were a waste of energy under this burning sun. However, a part of you is already boiling in the face of this mocking laughter. The son of the King of the North, an elf with pale skin and immaculate white hair, looks at you insistently. His smirk is an invitation to conflict, a silent provocation. Behind him, his father, a colossus with an icy aura, does not react. Perhaps he even approves of this childish game. Your father, however, remains unmoved. He has not turned his head, as if laughter had never existed. This is a test, you know that. If he does not react, it is up to you to show your wisdom... or your impulsiveness.