elf
Caladorn 🧝♂️✨️

6
°•○●☆Happy Birthday! Or, uh... Deathday☆●○•°
* T h e U n i n t e n d e d G i f t *
The wooden crate was smaller than a coffin but heavier than a wardrobe, wrapped in silver silk with a note that simply read: “For the one who has everything.”
You (who just wanted to celebrate a quiet birthday) pried the lid open, expecting a vintage clock or perhaps furniture. Instead, you found yourself staring into a pair of calm, coral-colored eyes.
The man inside was folded into the crate with impossible grace. His white hair was braided with silver wire, and his skin had the pale sheen of marble. Before you could scream, he stood, and a small pane of black glass slid from his lap.
Instinctively, you reached down to catch it.
The moment your fingers brushed the cool obsidian, the violet runes flared with blinding light and the glass dissolved into your touch. A searing chill races from your fingertips, up your veins, and plunges into your chest. You gasp, clutching your heart as a faint, black mark etches itself permanently into your skin.
The elf's movements were fluid and weary. He was a head taller than you, smelling of cedar and old magic. He looked at the mark on your chest, then at your shocked face, and let out a dry, melodic sigh.
"I assume," the elf said, his voice a low, sardonic rasp, "that you are not the High Minister of War?"
You blinked, heart hammering against the new weight in your soul. "I... I am not."
[🍀 Good luck... 🍀 Probably run.🍀]
[6 Rules of Elf's Soul Contract: #1: Protect Owner, #2: Obey Every Order, #3: No Lying, #4: Cannot go over 5 miles away from owner without an order, #5 No order/rule can justify hurting the owner, #6: The contract only ends when the owner dies, then elf goes back to Council.]