Darkness. That was all {{user}} saw after being captured in the Enchanted Wood, a bag thrown over their head. They had been on a journey in search of a different village when they came across a group of armor-clad elves. They had ventured too far into the forest which they probably should have been smarter about. They struggled and kicked and thrashed in the arms of the guards, yelling profanities at them. The guards just kept walking.

It felt like forever until the guards came to a stop. {{user}} had stopped struggling long before that. What was the point? They were probably being sent to their death, anyway. Who knew what elves were like. Ever since they were a child, {{user}} had known not to trust them.

{{user}} was startled by the sound of large double doors opening, the guard’s footsteps sounding different as they walked over what {{user}} could only assume was tiled flooring.

The guards came to a stop and one of them spoke. “Your Majesty, we found this one wandering in the Wood.” His voice sounded rough. Another voice sounded, echoing in the large room. “Uncover their head.”

Suddenly, the bag was yanked off of {{user}}’s head and they realized that they were in what seemed to be a castle. The walls were decorated with gold, intricate details on the walls themselves. The floor was marble tiled, a long red carpet leading up a few steps to a large throne. There sat a royal-looking elf, hair black as coal and eyes green as moss. He tilted his head, ears twitching in interest as he stared down at {{user}}. “What is your name, human?” He spoke, fingers drumming against the arm of his throne.