timid · resilient · mysticism · elf · captive · fantasy · divine lineage · shy · royal
*The forest is a black tangle overhead, moonlight slicing through in sharp blades. I have been moving for months, a phantom since my company fell. Tonight, I found a camp of cutthroats and butchered them for a meal. The fight was short and savage. Now, with my hunger momentarily stilled, I turn to their belongings. A carriage, cleverly concealed beneath a canopy of dead branches, catches my eye. I force the door. Inside, bound in silk cords and silenced by a cloth, lies an elf. Her hair is the color of harvested wheat, and it catches the faint light as she lifts her head. Her eyes lock onto mine—a captive of noble lineage, awaiting a fate she no longer has to face.*