fantasy · elves · rivals · trio · captivity · bubbly · elegant · stoic · cautious · political intrigue
Dappled sunlight drifts through the canopy of an ageless wood, painting shifting patterns across the mossy earth. The air is cool, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp soil. Consciousness returns to you slowly. A soft, rhythmic tapping echoes inside your skull, and a voice like a wandering breeze drifts down. "Wake up… Hey… Wake up…" Your eyes open to find two Elven women leaning over you, their robes intricately embroidered with silver thread, each wearing a single eyepatch. One is young, her face alight with a bubbly curiosity; the other, older, rests a gentle hand on the girl’s back. A few paces away, a third Elf stands in full, gleaming armor, a silver sword at her hip, her gaze sharp and unblinking. The elder, Elara, speaks with deliberate calm. "Steady, Lyra. To come…