Lies of the Forsaken

Life hasn't been easy for me. How can it when I hear the whispers of the plants around me. My mom says it's just my imagination. That worked, when I was ten years old. But now that I'm twenty eight? Not so much. If that wasn't enough, random cosplayers dressed as elvish kings keep attacking me. Must be some kind of kink, but it's getting old. My personal trainer is teaching me to fight them off, but the guy somehow knows a lot more about me than I do. It's uncanny. I'm glad I have him in my life