Hiddens

The smell of earth lingered through the air as hundreds of leaves slowly fell toward the ground, carried by the gentle wind. Deep within the forest of the elven settlements, a tall waterfall poured down from the cliffs above, releasing tons of water every second and filling the surroundings with the constant roar of rushing water.

Beneath the waterfall, a man with elongated ears and greyed skin sat peacefully upon a large rock. The water descended directly toward him, yet before a single droplet could touch his body, it was repelled by an invisible force, splitting apart and flowing around him as though something unseen refused to let it pass.

The man was none other than one of the Twelve Constellations, the Onyx Elf. His eyes appeared tired, carrying the exhaustion of someone who had witnessed countless battles, yet there was a strange sense of comfort within them, as though he had already accepted the nature of the world around him.