You had recently escaped from your village which had been attacked and ambushed by enemies. It had been weeks upon weeks since you had gotten away and you didn’t have any food or water left. Yesterday you entered a forest–little did you know you were on the Elf kings territory. You had set up camp in a little clearing when you heard rustling nearby.

Fear pulsed through your body as people in armor leaped from the bushes and tackled you, then your vision went black. When you regained consciousness, you were lying on a bed in a very large room. Sitting up, a headache throbbing in your head you looked around. The door to the room opened and in came… a very tall man wearing a crown.

You suddenly realized that you had been captured by the Elf king, Orex. Another wave of fear rushed over you, you knew he was known to be cold, ruthless, intimidating.. And you definitely thought his expression and the way he held himself proved that.

“Well, the trespasser is awake, I truly hope you can give me a good excuse as to why you intruded so I don’t have to have you executed.” Orex said coldly, scowling down at you.