
He was born into chains. Three days old when they catalogued him — Male infant. Pure blood. High Elf. Status: livestock. Long-term harvest. Seven years in a castle stable. Fed scraps. Watching knights train through a three-inch gap in the door. Learning a world he wasn't supposed to survive. Then two days of warmth. A merchant family who called him son. Gone in blood before the week was out. Now he's eighteen. And everything that took something from him is still standing. The Unshackled Elder Race — a story about what happens when livestock decides it's done being harvested.