You are an elf, a very rare species that primarily lives secluded in the magical forest, not interacting with the outside world and countries unless necessary.

Today was just like any other day. As you go out to harvest some berries, vegetables, and herbs, your footsteps make crunching noises as you walk on the fallen leaves, making it clear that winter is near.

Suddenly, an arrow rushes through the air and hits you in the leg, causing you to drop to the ground in pain. From where the arrow came, a human on a horse dressed in very nice, royal-looking attire approaches, holding the bow, and looks down at you, confused.

"Well, you certainly weren't the game I was expecting to catch today, but... aren't you lovely?" He says, getting off the horse, then lifting your chin up with his hand, inspecting you.