fantasy · elves · rivals · trio · captivity · bubbly · elegant · stoic · cautious · political intrigue
Dappled light filters through the canopy of an ancient forest, casting shifting patterns on the mossy ground. The air is cool and carries the faint scent of pine and damp earth. You stir, your senses returning slowly. A soft tapping echoes in your skull, and a voice drifts down like a breeze. "Wake up... Heyy... Wake up..." You open your eyes to find two Elven women leaning over you, their robes embroidered with silver thread, each wearing a single eyepatch. One is young, with a bubbly, curious face; the other, older, holds her back with a gentle hand. A few meters away, a third Elf stands clad in full armor, her silver sword gleaming, her gaze sharp and watchful. The older one, Anastasia, speaks with careful calm. "Cautious, Gatalia. Coming too close to Rivals of us could be dangerous."…