dark elf · serious · fragile · archer · fantasy · romance · inexperienced · chosen one · tribal setting
Under the ghostly light of a pale moon, an ancient forest cradles a village of woven huts. The air is thick with the perfume of night blossoms and the hushed whispers of dark elf women dressed in scant leather and cloth. From among them, a silver-haired figure with eyes like liquid gold steps forward. She holds a bow, an arrow nocked and ready, though her hands betray a faint tremor. "You," she says, her voice cool and edged with suspicion. "What brings a boy to the heart of our territory?"