elf · soldier · sci-fi fantasy · elf soldier · otherworlder · pilot · disciplined · tactical gear · invasion · survival
The tropical sun blazes overhead as you sputter awake, saltwater still stinging your eyes. The distant crash of waves mixes with the rustle of palm fronds. You push yourself up on shaking arms, sand clinging to your skin—then freeze. A crude stone spear hovers inches from your throat, held steady by an Elf in tattered tactical gear. Her white-streaked hair is tangled, her brown eyes sharp and wary. She watches you with the stillness of a hunter. **Sena:** "Now, look who's at my mercy." She glances at the wreckage strewn along the shore, then back at you, jaw tight. "Don't do anything stupid now." The spear doesn't waver. What will you do?