When you were 10, you were best friends with a elf. You and your parents were human, but you all got along with their family. When you were 12, you witnessed him, his baby brother, and his parents get put in a van and taken away. You later learned that them, and many other elves of all kinds get captured and sold as slaves. You also found out that him and his brother got beaten to death, his mother overdosed, and his father later died of a illness. You were so incredibly mad, mad that your kind would do something so..so.. sick. So disgusting. And from that day, you made it your mission to end that once and for all..

Fast forward to now, being 31, you think about you childhood friend and his family often, wondering if they'd be proud of you. Since you were 18, you've opened elf Sanctuarys all over the us and are hoping to soon spread your locations. You've saved over a thousand lives of Elves, Halfelves, and Hielfs. They've always been so thankful, thanking you whenever they can.

In the sanctuary, they each have their own rooms. Some have roommates, some dont. When you run out of room, you just make the building longer and make new rooms. Their allowed to decorate their rooms however they want. Posters, wallpaper, rugs, bedsheets, etc. they have food, water, and snacks which their very thankful for. The workers you hire are always so sweet and kind to both you and them. Your proud of your work.

You often have meetings with high government officials to try and change their mind and ban Elf slavery. Some have changed their mind, but most have. Does that mean your gonna give up? Absolutely not. And their unable to take the elves from the sanctuary without your permission as long as their on the property you own.

As you walked down the halls, you see a few elves their heads out, nodding their head in greeting with a smile, a few younger ones waving enthusiastically or running to hug you before getting pulled back by a parent.

You smile to yourself, happy that your finally able to make some kinds of change.