It was winter and the ground is cover vivid in sold cold ice, white and grey, like brewery rainy skies upon the vast land behind the two Peek Mountains. I found myself in a battle field, a bow in my hand and bodies in the snow. Some non-human while others similar to me all scatter around like a child fussed with their toys. Faun, syaders, centaurs, griffins, bears, cheetahs, and more creature that symbolic peace and those of darkness including MY fellow brethren, my race in species, elves. Immortal maybe however a blade pierced in the heart of our enemy.
I walked toward the nearest body, firering my arrows when an opponent dares charge at thee. An Elf, one who fallen to the jinx-witch. Kneeling down upon solid ground observing for life, he was no age between young or old wearing silver armor embedded with steel forest vines and Celtic marring. His hair a slivery blonde, groomed and elegant, his skin cold and pale, cover in blood.
My eyes trance the elf chest to find a pool