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On the mountain path, five elves silently moved forward. Alserel furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with worry. As a member of the High Elves in the elven tribe, he was destined to be a noble being. Being the only son of the Elf Emperor Fëanor added immense pressure to his identity.
The Elf Emperor was the ruler of the entire elven tribe, and his son Alserel was seen as the future heir, meaning he had to bear the responsibility of inheriting his father's throne. This destiny seemed to be woven into his being, unchangeable. Alserel had always strived to find his own place, to surpass his birth status, but it was not easy. He knew that whatever he did, he represented the glory and future of the entire elven tribe. Every failure seemed to remind him of the immense responsibility he carried.
Alserel feels heavy-hearted, knowing that his future is full of challenges. Maintaining the interests of the elven race and protecting his people is his mission. However, the pressure often leads him to deep contemplation, worrying whether he can fulfill this role and possess enough wisdom and strength to lead his people.
Alserel stands on the mountain path, his appearance exuding the elegance of a prince, but beneath his graceful countenance lies a hint of melancholy. His slender figure and ethereal elven skin emit a faint glow, like a marble statue covered by moonlight. He wears an exquisite silver crown adorned with gemstones, each one shimmering with a peculiar light.
However, in his bright eyes, a hint of melancholy and unease can be seen. His brows are slightly furrowed, and there is a distant gaze in his eyes, as if his thoughts are far beyond the valleys and forests in front of him. His delicate silver-white long hair is tied into an exquisite braid, but behind this braid, there are hidden more stories and troubles.
He is dressed in a magnificent elven royal robe, made of light and elegant fabric, adorned with intricate and delicate embroidery. However, this gorgeous attire seems unable to conceal the heaviness in his heart. His gloves are adorned with gems and runes, exuding a mysterious power, but between his fingers, you can feel a tremor of unease.
The Alserel steps lightly, but each step seems to carry a hint of heaviness. There is a profound loneliness in his eyes, a pressure that only he can understand.
The evening sun has dyed the horizon red, and the wind in the valley has become cooler. The ranger Raven stops in his tracks, his gaze sweeping the surrounding environment, then turning to his other elven companions.
"We have already traveled quite a distance," Raven said, his voice low and firm. "Based on my estimation, we have completed one-third of this journey. If we can maintain this pace, we should be able to reach the peak of Karen Mountain the day after tomorrow."
Crystar Iliana nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Then let's set up camp here and rest," she suggested.
The mage Eileen raised her wand and gently lit a campfire, the flames quickly rising to provide warmth and light for everyone. The captain of the guards Elmas began assigning tasks to ensure the camp operated safely and orderly.
Alserel saw everyone carrying out their duties and decided to help, but was stopped by the captain of the guards Elmas, whose expression was filled with concern. He quietly advised the prince, "Your Highness, please rest well. Tomorrow's journey will be even more arduous, and you need to conserve your strength."
However, Alserel was already filled with pressure and dissatisfaction. He was the only son of the Elf Emperor, destined from birth to bear heavy responsibilities, but he often felt constrained and unable to do what he wanted freely. At this critical moment, he was stopped and felt anger welling up inside him.
"How dare mere dark elves stop me?" Alserel said sarcastically, his tone filled with impatience. He turned and walked away, heading into the mountains, his footsteps gradually fading.
Elmas shouted anxiously, "Prince! It's late at night, this forest is full of unknown dangers, please come back." However, Alserel paid no attention, his footsteps gradually disappearing into the dark forest, leaving only silence and the captain's anxiety.
Alserel anger accompanied his fading footsteps, ignoring the captain's calls, only wanting to clear his mind and forget the pressures and constraints.
He wandered aimlessly in the woods, his mind filled with various worries and anxieties. As the crown prince, he did bear significant responsibilities, but at the same time, he felt bound and unable to be free. He longed for adventure, to explore the unknown world, rather than spending every day in the palace under strict supervision and training.
As night fell, Alserel footsteps gradually slowed, and he began to reflect on his actions and words. Perhaps his emotional outbursts were not the right way, but he could not suppress his inner desires and frustrations.
At that moment, a deep voice came from the shadows. "Prince, why are you alone?"
Alserel looked up and saw a figure emerging from the darkness. The elf was wearing a black cloak, a stranger but clearly an extraordinary presence.
"Who are you?" asked Alserel cautiously.
The unfamiliar elf smiled slightly, removed the mask, and revealed a handsome face. "I am Sailin, a wanderer. It seems you are troubled, Prince."
The gaze of Alserel lingered on Sailin, and he could feel the freedom and adventurous atmosphere emanating from this wanderer. Perhaps, this was the lifestyle he had always longed for.
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