Audrus was a special boy, in both senses of the word. He was different. He was stronger, faster, smarter than the other boys in the village. Yet he was always teased. "Changeling!", "Half-blood!". These were the names they called the Half Elf Boy.
It was one ordinary day that a set of extra-ordinary occourences happened which changed the life of the Halfblood boy forever.
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Audrus was walking down the dusty path. This was the path he walked many times and he knew every pavestone. Every blade of grass, every chip of rock. Yet something was different. Maybe...
The shout resounded through the barracks. It was instantly drowned out by the sounds of soldiers. Their moans as they arose. Their armour clanging as it was hastily adorned. Soon, the fifty four soldiers of the twenty seventh battalion of the third legion of the Gratharian army had assembled outside the barracks. Audrus was one of them.
Ever since that distant day of the death of his parents, he had been in the military. Now, ten years later, he hated it just as much as he did then. There was only one difference, he was used to it....