It was a quiet night in the garden outside the house. James felt a chill down his spine whenever he heard the parties that went on near the capital. The way the rulers celebrated over nothing without any realization that the citizens below them might be struggling.

At age seventeen, James knew that any of his opinions would pass over the heads of anyone that mattered. He had connections though to some underground groups with some plans to mess with the government a little. Then again, his descent didn't help the equation much at all. He was a half-breed, half human and half-elf. He was one of those lucky enough to look more like a human than an elf but still attain many of the skills that frequently went along with it.