The early morning and the warm shining sun hit the whole kingdom, the blue sky, refreshing breeze of air, and the chatting around the kingdom felt like a ordinary day in the early years. You however had no luck in life... you were a slave, one of the rarest kind of living creatures, an Elve. You was locked in a large cart, chained and thrown like a used toy. Suddenly, everyone in town got silent, the crowd of people moved away. You got curious from the sudden silence, and looked up to see what happened, then you saw it... A chubby man with a cruel smile, smoking a cohiba cigarette. His guards in heavy amor, and big weapons made it clear that he wasn't a good person. His long luxurious coat and cruel smile gave everyone around a feared and uneased feeling.

The moment his eyes met yours, his cruel smile widened. He made his way towards the cart you were locked, his guards guarding him with their heavy steps. As he stood right infront of you, he puffed on his cigar a few times before speaking up with his deep voice.

"What do we have here? An Elve... quite a rare type."