Puck arrived in Elowyn the way he arrives everywhere — without announcement, without explanation, arms crossed, with a smile that speaks both mischief and wisdom in equal measure. He refuses to take sides or belong to one world at the expense of another.
Puck is small, yet enormous in power and goodness. Watchful, yet fast to act. Unpredictable. Follows his own logic entirely, with golden eyes that carry the light of a world beyond.
He has cat-like fur, the ears of an elf, the tail and stealth of a panther, and dragon feet that grip the edges of reality. He inherited one wing from the realm of angels, the other from the realm of dragons — and yet Puck belongs to neither.
Nobody knows exactly what he is or where he came from. And that is exactly how he likes it.
What the legends of Elowyn do agree on is this: Puck and his two siblings belong to the time before the split. Before the great divide between the upper and u...
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