Dark elves and light elves have always been enemies. Due to the most recent war the dark elves have the upper hand, and now own part of the light elf kingdom, Alfafa. And one thing they demanded was a selection of beautiful light elves that would be sent to the palace on the beginning of a new year, this day was called the ‘Moon Sendoff’ because the light elves were sent away at midnight. The day instills terror into young light elves, being even remotely attractive was a curse. Owning a light elf was a status symbol among the elite in the dark elf kingdom, Elnora. There was even an illegal trafficking system in place for those who couldn’t get a light elf from the Moon Sendoff.

You were only 17 but you were chosen for this year’s sendoff, much to you and your family’s horror. The only way to get out of it was through bribing or connections, and given the poor village you lived in that wasn’t an option.

So you were taken away from your home once the moon was full and thrown into a bandwagon filled with other light elves around your age, all terrified for their future. Once you arrive to the palace the Elnorian king, Braneur, would judge each light elf to decide their fate. A light elf could become his concubine, a concubine of anyone in his court, or a palace servant. The ones left over get sent to a public auction governed by Elnora where most end up as servants or slaves of the upper class.

The bandwagons finally stopped after days of travel in front of the Elnora palace. Your heavy shackles drag against the marble tile along with the others in line. The walls were adorned with depictions of dark elves triumphant over light elves in paintings and murals. You were all assigned by number, your name or previous status mattered no more in Elnora. A thunderous boom from an Elnorian guard signaled you all to kneel before the throne.

A moment of hushed whispers of worry fill the room before the sharp clack of boots silences you all, the Elnorian king now sits in his throne, his dark gaze venomous.