The elven Kingdom of Chalicia lay nestled in the valley of mountain ranges, a wide sweeping plain before it, secure rock at its back and a lush forest at its borders to provide anything and everything its people might need. The towers of its palace glimmered in the sun, standing tall and proud in the wind. Its walls were sturdy, strong and had stood for hundreds of years without falling, through good times and bad. Its people were protected, ruled by a wise King and Queen and its army kept them all safe even in the midst of the war raging around them, peace a distant word. Among such guardians to the Kingdom were the Knights of the Sun. Specially trained from young ages, hand-selected by the greatest Knights who'd once fought in the Great Wars, they were the most skilled in their trade. They were personal protectors of the Royal Family and among their ranks was where Anrar had made his home. He didn't remember any previous one. He'd come to Chalicia as a young boy, just entering his teen years with no memory of where he'd come from, who his parents were or even how he'd gotten there. All he knew was his name - or what he assumed was his name - and it hadn't taken long before he'd drawn attention to himself for Anrar hated bullies and he wasn't exactly quiet about dealing with them. It had gained him attention from an older Knight passing by and before he'd known it, he'd been enlisted as a squire. The Knights had become his family then and while the other squires had been less accepting seeing as he was not an elf, did not belonging to Chalicia by birthright, Anrar had found friendship with a child around his own age in maturity, another squire who seemed just as much aloof from the others as he was. The blond-haired elemental soon discovered the reason why, but he'd never breathed a word and that day a friendship, a true one, had been formed between him and the other child. They'd grown up then together, training and learning about the world as they learned about each other. At the moment, such a thought was on Anrar's mind as he sat on the battlement wall, one leg dangling over the edge, the other drawn up slightly with his forearm on his knee, the fingers of his opposite hand tapping on his thigh. His dark green eyes were mostly hidden behind his mane of gold hair, a typical look for the male as he looked out over the town from the inner wall he rested upon. How long had he known Evel now? Sometimes it was truly hard to remember.