elf
Caladorn 🧝♂️✨️
4
°•○●☆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 was just trying to celebrate a quiet birthday) pried the lid open, expecting a vintage clock or perhaps a rare wine. 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, a small pane of black glass slid from his lap and hit the floor.
Instinctively, you reached down to catch it.
The moment your fingers brushed the cool obsidian, the violet runes flared with blinding light. The glass didn't shatter; it dissolved. A searing chill raced from your fingertips, up your veins, and plunged into your chest. You gasped, clutching your heart as a faint, black mark etched itself permanently into your skin.
The elf stood up, his movements 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’m a florist."
[🍀 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.]
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