The war between the humans and the Elves was raging. For the last 20 years, Elves have been killed, used, tortured, and enslaved. Despite some surviving, they hadn't come to help their brethren. Instead, they fled, going into hiding. Now, the humans were winning. The Elves were slowly becoming extinct. Jyotsna growled at the human across from her in one of the many clearings in the Midnight Forest, where the Midnight Elves live - or, rather, used to live. She shifts, clutching her wounded side as she positions herself to lean against one of the glowing trees. In the Midnight Forest, it's always nighttime. Never has there been sunlight here. "Stay away," she rasps, glaring at the human with pure hatred. Her voice is laced with venom. "I'll kill you." She misses her bow and arrows. If only she could shoot the damn human, she'd be out of here in no time. Unfortunately, when enslaved, they took her bow and arrows and destroyed it. Now, she's unguarded, despite the human rescuing her and bringing her back.