Caspian's steps faltered as a hand gripped his shoulder with surprising force.
Before he could react, he was shoved forward.
Stumbling slightly, he turned swiftly to face his aggressor, his muscles tense and ready for a fight.
An elf boy stood before him, his slender frame brimming with a restrained energy that hinted at both youth and power.
His long, shimmering pink hair glowing faintly and his emerald-green eyes were sharp.
"Who are you?" the elf demanded, his voice cold.
Caspian straightened his back, dusting off his shoulder casually.
"A person." caspian answered.
The elf's eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over Caspian like he was dissecting him.
"You don't belong here. You're a human—and a child at that." Zareth said.
"And you're… what, a grown-up?" Caspian shot back with a raised brow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What are you, eleven? Twelve?"
