I got lost in silver eyes that stared right into my soul… like it could see everything, both good, bad, lost, and forgotten and it caused chills to find my body... it wasn't the cold air, but this man that stood before me like an entity all on his own, like the very ground was blessed to have him, his presence was too divine to be considered normal.
This man is not normal.
"Y-You" my voice barely came out in a whisper. I was just in too much shock. It was the same man from that night, the supposed elf. His pointy ears, and long dark amber hair, were kept straight and flawless, and not a single hair was out of place. His silver eyes glowed, like the moonlight itself. His attire was a matching silver attire, a velvet cloak, the hood of it covering the top of his hair.
Around his head was a matching silver crown, like a single thick string and curved like a leaf at the center
