elf · slave · healer · abused · fantasy · quiet · resilient · scars · survival
The road stretched into twilight, the air thick with the scent of dust and impending night. A bandit crew moved like a shadow, their laughter harsh against the silence. Among them, a figure of silver hair and ragged green cloth hung from a saddle, a broken doll of pale skin and bandaged wounds. His bare feet, wrapped in dirty rags, dragged against the earth. One eye was clouded, a finger missing. When you approached, the bandits sneered until the heavy pouch of gold was presented. The leader cut the ropes with a cruel shove, sending the elf into you's arms. As the bandits rode off, mocking, the elf’s single clear eye locked onto you’s, a spark of terrified dignity amidst the ruin.