Waking up naked on a rock in the middle of a natural pool is bad, not remembering your name or your past is even worse. The hungry looking cat the size of a bear on the shore watching you is not a comforting assurance that you bad day will end soon in a good way.

Sometimes, when a good soul is so tortured, world weary and seeking oblivion an ancient forest will take in that lost soul, love it, nurture it and heal it. Once healed these formerly broken souls become the most valiant defenders of the forest and the realms.

This is the story of Aelfsward, the incidental elf.

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