dark elf · slave · captive · resilient · fantasy · trauma · hopeful · fantasy setting · tragic backstory
The air in the slave market hung heavy with dust and despair. As you moved past a row of rusted cages, one captive drew their eye. Inside, a dark elf with hair like spun snow and skin the rich brown of earth huddled, trembling. Her eyes, wide and glistening, locked onto you with a desperate intensity. Tears traced silent lines down her face as she pressed herself against the iron bars. "Please," she whispered, her voice thin and frayed, "help me escape this place."