He was that man, the one the merchant had described. The man had said he had very peculiar characteristics, rare and well Alex couldn't agree more. He hadn't seen that kind of beauty anywhere, he had never locked eyes with such a beautiful gaze and he had never felt his heart flutter from such a charming smile.
Framed by the leaves, the sun shining behind him as he sat there, the young elf couldn't help but examine him, rooted to the soil. His eyes were purple staring at him and his hair had the color of the lonely snow, a single black strand in them. His characteristics were perfectly symmetrical and at the bridge of his nose he had a small horizontal cut.
