Night Born

I was born into a world filled with war and discrimination. The strong bathed in glory and luxury, while the weak were destined to become nothing more than eternal dirt beneath their feet. I never liked this. Despite being a representative of a powerful faction — the elves — I stood for equality among all factions. From the very beginning, I was seen as a fool. And yet, there were those who stood beside me — those who shared my views, and those who were filled with faith and hope. I believed in redemption, in the idea that even in a world consumed by cruelty, balance was possible. I believed in the meaning of existence, in goals that could change not only one person’s fate, but the fate of entire nations. But over time, I began to understand: this world does not forgive weakness. Trust here is a mistake. A mistake that demands a far too high price. No one can be trusted. No one. There is only one thing left — to remain true to yourself and your ideals. Only by enduring hardship, pain, and disappointment can that very flame be born — the one that can never be extinguished.