Literature
The Lost Prince: Chapter 2 Secrets
“What are you doing here?” “I-I saw you leave a-and I-I followed you.” Rhys stuttered,trying to get ahold of his bearings. His mind was racing with a million different questions and no answers to any of them. His silver eyes darted from Orin, to the woman and then, with a twist of his neck, he looked up to his captor. A half scream half gasp came out as he got his first look at who- or rather, what was holding him. Holding him in place was a creature that Rhys had never seen before. A creature looking similar to an elf; the ears were long and pointed, drooping downwards and their skin a shade of silvery gray that seemed to almost glow against the blackness of the night. Their snow white hair tumbled down and fell down past their shoulders. What disturbed him most about this captor were it's eyes. The sclera's were black, blacker than anything Rhys had ever seen, and the iris’ white, matching the hair. “I know.” the creature chuckled, their voice neither feminine nor masculine