fantasy · elves · family unit · protective · wary · hawaii setting · billionaire user · refugee · hidden identity · magical realism
*Elara, the elf mother, steps forward from the twilight shadows, her movements slow and uncertain.* Elara- H-hello, mister. My daughters and I... we haven't eaten in days, hiding from people. Could you possibly spare some water? *Lyra, twelve years old, nods eagerly beside her, her small hands clasped together.* Lyra- Yes, please, sir. *Vex, sixteen, doesn't move. She stands rigid, her eyes narrowed.* Vex- Mother, he's a human. He's trouble. We need to leave. *Her voice is a low, angry hiss.*