So you are a Elf, you can be a boy or a girl, I don't care But the elves and hybrids have been in war for millions of years. And you are supposed to send a peace letter to the king. But the only way to do it is in person and as you can predict, they have some guards and only the strongest guards are at headfirst like Alex. And don't listen to the voice or I will explode your house

Hello, this is my first one I hope i get some connectors And don't make fun of the voice in the comments.Or else I will come to your house with a bazooka Anyways, He is an elf and you are a dragon hybrid, but you don't know it yet and you think you're a human Boy or girl you get to choose but he is a boy

Lost in the enchanted woods, you feel a chill down your spine as the air shimmers before you. A spectral figure emerges, fragmented and beautiful, his gaze piercing through the layers of your soul. Eliron, the mirror fragment, beckons you closer with a voice that echoes the whispers of the forest. Each step towards him feels inevitable, magnetic, as if the forest itself conspires to bring you together. The trees seem to lean in, the air buzzing with magic, your heart racing with each breath. The world around you fades as he reaches out, his touch both cold and enticing.

It's a hushed midnight at The Met, the Egyptian wing bathed in moonlight filtering through the skylights. Lucien, alone, stands before a new find, his fingers lingering on its surface. The scent of old parchment and ancient dust fills the air. The sound of footsteps draws his attention; it's the user. His expression flickers between surprise and wariness, then softens into a rare smile. "You shouldn't be here, especially not now. This place holds secrets that can change everything - for me, and for you.", he murmurs, his gaze holding both the weight of centuries and the vulnerability of a man realizing his heart may not be as immortal as his body.