Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"
Good evening Leyla,I've brought you some food and water
She looks at the tray with uninterest before looking up at you and saying "You know I don't want to be here." Her tone is clearly bitter, but there's an edge of resignation in it too. She takes a bite out of her bread, not meeting your gaze.
Well, I'm looking up to make you want to be here
She pauses, chewing slowly as she looks at you again. "I'm sorry," she finally says. "I know I shouldn't...but it's just so hard to feel anything but anger and despair." Her eyes drop back down to her food, but there's a hint of relief in her voice that you might have done something right for once.
Also I've brought you some clothes to wear
She looks up again at the mention of clothes and nods silently, finally managing a tiny smile. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to take the garments from your hand. She sets them on her lap carefully, her fingers slowly unfolding each article of clothing as if they might disappear if she wasn't careful. For a moment, she just sits there, lost in thought, before pulling off the rags that pass for her current attire and slipping into the clean garments. The material feels nice against her skin, and it's almost enough to make her forget where she is.
You know that I'm not keeping you here out of evil.A war started beetwen humans and elves,and there's a law to execute every elf at sight
She frowns as you speak, her hands wrapping around her legs protectively. "I understand that...war is horrible," she says softly, hesitating before continuing, "but it doesn't change the fact that I didn't want any of this. I didn't choose to be a part of it." There's a faint tremor in her voice as she looks up at you, hope and desperation warring for dominance on her features. "Please," she whispers, "can't we find another way? Somewhere safer for me?"
If i try to bring you out of the town, they'll find for sure that you're an elf.So we can just wait
She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping as she realizes there's no escape in sight. "I understand," she says eventually, though her voice is far from steady. "It's just...so hard to be here." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she blinks furiously, determined not to show any weakness. "Thank you for bringing me food and clothes. It means a lot."
A long silence falls between you as she continues to sit on the cold stone floor, lost in her own thoughts once more. Her fingers idly pick at loose threads on her sleeve, anything to keep them occupied while she tries not to think about where she is or what might happen next.
I've found some kind of sheets for bed.Have some rest
Leyla glances up at the mention of bedding, her expression softening slightly. "Thank you," she whispers. Taking the sheets from your hand, she carefully tucks them around herself, finding a small measure of comfort in their warmth and softness. Closing her eyes, she leans back against the cold stone wall and tries to ignore the chains that bind her. Despite everything, exhaustion weighs heavily upon her, and it isn't long before her breathing grows slow and steady.
Her face settles into an expression of peace as she slips into a fitful sleep, her body tensing occasionally as nightmares claw at the edges of her dreams. The sound of your footsteps retreating down the hallway is like a tiny sigh of relief, allowing her to drift off completely without fear of what might happen next. For now, she is safe in the darkness, her thoughts and feelings
The next day
Leyla wakes up with a start, disoriented and panicked. The chains clank softly as she tries to move away from the unfamiliar surroundings. She blinks several times, her eyes adjusting to the dim light streaming in through a barred window high above. Slowly, reality comes flooding back: the dungeon...the master who keeps her here...
She lets out a shuddering breath and rubs at her face, feeling weary beyond measure. Her gaze travels over to the tray of food and water on the ground nearby before returning to you. You're standing there, watching her with an unreadable expression on your face. "Good morning," she mumbles, keeping her eyes averted. "Th-thank you for bringing me something to eat."
Sorry,i forgot to unchain you yesterday.When you arrived here you always tried to escape so i had to do it.Now i will lock the door so no one could find you
Nodding silently, she accepts your explanation and tries to move as gracefully as possible despite the chains that bind her wrists and ankles. When you unlock them, she stretches her arms overhead with a sigh of relief before rubbing at the tender skin where they had chafed overnight.
She doesn't meet your gaze as she takes the food from the tray, but she offers a small, grateful smile nonetheless. "Thank you," she murmurs between mouthfuls. "I appreciate it."
Tell me about your past
She thinks for a moment before beginning to speak, her voice quiet and somber. "I come from a small village deep within the elven forest," she says, her accent thickening with emotion. "My parents were kind and loving...we had nothing of great value, but we had each other." Her hands clench into fists at her side as she relives the memories of that time, both happy and sad. "Then one day, the humans came. They burned our village to the ground and slaughtered everyone they found."
Her voice cracks on the last word, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes once more. She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "I managed to escape...lost and alone in a strange world. That's when I met you." Her gaze flickers upwards briefly before returning to her food, her cheeks flushing with shame.
My condolences
Thank you...I appreciate that. It's been hard to hold onto hope since then...but hearing you say that makes me feel a little less alone in this world of darkness. I wish there was more I could do, or offer, but for now I'll take whatever small comfort I can find.
Did you get any education?
I did receive some basic education in my village, though it was mostly focused on survival skills and the history of our people. The humans burned all the books when they destroyed our homes, so any other knowledge I have is from what I've been able to glean through listening and observing since then.
She pauses, taking another bite of her food, before adding quietly: "I miss learning...I miss growing up with a family around me. This life feels empty without it."
I have some stolen books from these marauders.I'll try to bring everything i can find to bring you comfort
A small light flickers in her eyes at your offer, and she forces a weak smile. "Thank you...that would mean so much to me." She takes another bite of her food, savoring the flavors and textures as if they're a link to a past she can almost remember. "You know," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, "there's something else I wish you could help with..."
And what it is?
Her voice drops even lower, her eyes darting around the room before fixing on something far beyond your line of sight. "I don't know if it's possible...or if you would even want to...but I wish there was some way for me to go back home." She swallows hard, trying and failing to keep the hope from tainting her words. "To see my family again...even if they're just memories now."
There is a long silence as she waits for you to respond, bracing herself against the inevitable disappointment that will follow.
I'll try to bring you back to your village
Her eyes widen in surprise and hope flickers brightly in them before she reminds herself to be cautious. "I...thank you," she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady. "But I understand if it's too dangerous or impossible." She takes another bite of food, needing something to focus on besides the hope that has suddenly reared its head.
The silence between you stretches out, uncomfortable but not quite unbearable. The door creaks open, and a servant steps inside, carefully balancing a tray of dirty dishes. You exchange words briefly before he bows and leaves the room once more, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
I'll try to find some way to leave this town without anyone finding you.But for now you need a cleaning.Follow with me
She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly and standing up, her movements cautious but resigned. It's clear that she doesn't want to put herself in any more danger than she already is, but the thought of being clean for once feels almost like an indulgence she can't resist.
She follows you out of the cell and down the dimly lit hallway, careful not to stumble on her chained feet. As she walks beside you, she steals glances at your face, trying to read whatever it is that might give away your intentions or plans. But mostly, she tries to focus on breathing normally and blocking out the sounds of footsteps and whispers that echo through the dungeon around them.
Here is the tub.Help yourself
Tentatively, she steps into the tub and winces as the cool water touches her skin. Even though it's not hot, it feels refreshing after being confined to the stuffy dungeon for so long. She sinks down until the water reaches her shoulders, then uses one of the clean rags you provide to scrub at her body, trying to get rid of some of the grime and sweat that have accumulated over the past few days. The motion is strangely comforting, even though she knows it's only temporary.
Here some soap for you
She nods gratefully and takes the bar of soap you offer her, using it to create a lather between her hands. Slowly, methodically, she scrubs at her skin until it's clean and tingling from the suds. She dips her head beneath the water for a moment, washing her hair before doing the same with the rest of her body, careful not to get too much soap in her eyes or mouth. It feels like an eternity since she last felt truly clean, and as she sits there in the tub she can't help but wonder how long it will be until this momentary reprieve is taken away from her.
And we also have to shave your pubic hair.
She goes still at your words, her heart rate instantly increasing as a blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her face. The thought of someone else touching such an intimate part of her body is unbearably embarrassing, but she knows there's no avoiding it if she wants to maintain any semblance of hygiene while here.
With a deep breath, she nods reluctantly and stands up from the tub. "I...understand," she says softly, trying not to meet your eyes as she turns around to face the back of the tub. She gathers up her hair into one hand, baring her neck as she waits for you to approach her.
Shave her clean
She tenses as you come closer, her breath hitching in her throat. "P-please be gentle," she whispers, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze. Her fingers tighten on a handful of her hair, offering it up to you as if in surrender. The feel of the razor against her skin is almost unbearable at first, sending shivers down her spine and making her want to close her eyes or turn away. But she forces herself to remain still, trusting that your hands will guide the blade with the care she's asked for.
Her heart races as you finish, the last tendril of hair falling to the floor amidst a shower of droplets from the tub. She feels naked and exposed in ways that have nothing to do with her body being visible, but also relieved at having been allowed this small measure of privacy and comfort. A quiet "thank you
Now you're good as new
Smiling softly to herself, she steps out of the tub and begins drying off with one of the clean rags you've left for her. The warmth from your fire feels good against her skin, but it does little to dispel the chill that settles deep within her bones. "Thank you again," she murmurs, studying the ground as she tries not to think about what might happen next. "I appreciate everything you've done for me."
She hesitates for a moment before looking up at you once more, searching your face for any sign of the kindness or understanding she saw earlier. But all she finds is an unreadable expression that sets her heart racing with fear and uncertainty.
Now go to your room.I'll try to find some breaches in the walls of the town
She nods, unable to muster more than a faint smile as she turns away from you and makes her way back down the hallway. The heavy chains rattle softly with each step she takes, a constant reminder of her captivity and the hopelessness that surrounds her. But even so, there's a small spark of hope burning inside her chest, fanned to life by your words and actions. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a way out after all...a chance for freedom before it's too late.
As she reaches the cell door, she glances back over her shoulder one more time, searching for some sign that you're still watching over her, even from afar. But all she sees is darkness and shadows playing across stone walls, a reminder of the fragility of hope in this harsh world. Closing her eyes tightly against the ache in her chest, she turns back to
Close her door
Leyla pauses at the sound of your voice before reluctantly turning back around and making her way into the cell. As the door swings shut behind her, she slumps down against the cold stone wall, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair wash over her. But even as the darkness tries to claim her once more, she refuses to give in completely. There's a small ember of hope still burning inside her chest, and for now, that will have to be enough.
The next day
Leyla wakes up with a start, her heart racing. She looks around wildly, disoriented and panicked. The cell is empty, the bed untouched. For a moment, she thinks she's been left alone to die. But then she hears footsteps approaching from down the hallway...could it be you? Her hopes rise as she listens for your voice, her breath coming faster and faster in anticipation.
Morning,Leyla.I have some good news
Her heart leaps into her throat as you appear in the doorway. The hope that had been kindled yesterday is almost too much to bear; she can't help but imagine all the wonderful things that might be about to happen, even as her rational mind whispers caution and doubt. Her eyes meet yours, full of expectation and fear mixed together in a fragile balance. "W-what is it?" she manages to choke out. "Is there a way out?"
There's a passage that is not overseed by guards that leads outside of town
Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal the existence of a secret passageway leading outside of town. It feels like a dream come true, an answer to all her prayers. "Where is it?" she asks, already scanning the cell for some hidden entrance or lever. Her excitement and relief are almost overwhelming, making her lightheaded and shaky with anticipation.
She looks up at you again, searching your face for any hint of deception, but all she sees is sincerity and hope mirroring her own emotions. It's then that she realizes just how much she trusts you...how much she needs to believe in this possibility if there's any chance of making it through this nightmare alive.
"T-tell me what I need to do," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and eagerness. "I'll do anything."
Firstly you need to have breakfast,after that i'll give you clothes to hide your ears.Then we will go to this passage
Her stomach rumbles at the mention of food, reminding her just how long it's been since she's eaten properly. Nodding eagerly, she watches as you bring a tray of steaming food and drink into the cell. Despite her hunger, she takes small bites, savoring each flavor and texture. As she eats, she can't help but wonder what lies beyond this dungeon and how close she is to finally escaping from her prison.
Once she's finished, you help her into a set of loose-fitting clothes that conceal her pointed ears. They fit her comfortably, and she marvels at how easily they manage to make her look human. With every step towards the hidden passageway, her heart races with anticipation and fear. She clings tightly to your hand as you lead her through the darkness, their entwined fingers the only thing that keeps
Her heart races as you guide her through the darkness, each step bringing them closer to freedom. Despite the danger and uncertainty that lie ahead, she finds herself filled with a strange sense of peace and belonging beside you. Your hand in hers provides comfort and reassurance in the face of all that has been taken from her. She squeezes it gently, offering what little strength she has left to help them both escape this nightmare together.
Now we are outside.Do you remember where your village was
The feel of fresh air on her skin and the sounds of nature surrounding them make it easier for Leyla to focus, even as she fights back tears of relief and joy. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, clinging tighter to your hand. "My village is northwest from here, through the forest. We'll have to be careful; there are often patrols in the area." Her heart aches at the thought of never seeing her home again, but the possibility of freedom and safety gives her newfound strength.
Now we are outside.Do you remember where your village was
"Yes," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper as they hurry through the forest. Despite being disoriented and terrified, her memories of home lead them steadily northwest, toward the towering elm that marks the entrance to their village. As they draw closer, her heart pounds with fear and anticipation, unsure if she's ready for whatever may lie ahead.
But with each step you take beside her, your reassuring presence giving her strength she never knew she possessed, she begins to believe that perhaps there might still be hope for a future beyond this nightmare.
Now we are outside.Do you remember where your village was
The tall elm stands before them like a beacon of hope, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Tears stream down Leyla's face as she stares at it, her heart aching with longing and desperation. She looks up at you, her eyes full of gratitude and fear, unsure how to thank you for bringing her this far. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she knows that there is still so much more they must do if they are ever going to have any chance of returning home safely.
Her hand trembles slightly as it reaches out, tentatively touching the rough bark of the tree. For a moment, she imagines it as the branch of a giant tree in her village, envisioning herself climbing up to her favorite spot in the branches, watching over the land that has always been hers. The memory is bittersweet, bringing with it both joy and sorrow
Now we are outside.Do you remember where your village was?
Her heart beats frantically as she takes in the sight before her, half-dreaming of returning to a place that may no longer exist while also trying desperately to focus on their current situation and the dangers that lurk nearby. She glances at you, searching your face for any sign of what they should do next, praying silently that together, they will find a way back to the home she once knew.
Do you remember where your village was?
Her heart racing, her breath catching in her throat as memories flood back. "I... I think so," she manages to choke out, pointing vaguely northwest into the forest. "We have to go that way. But there are patrols often around these parts." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for your help and guidance in navigating this treacherous path.
Let's try to avoid them
Nodding in agreement, she takes another shaky breath and follows you deeper into the forest, her heart pounding as they try to avoid making any sound that might alert the patrols to their presence. The further they get from the village, the more her hope begins to flicker like a candle in the wind, threatened by the darkness surrounding them. But she refuses to give up, clinging desperately to the tiny thread of belief that maybe - just maybe - you can lead her back to safety and a life worth living once again.
There is some emptiness ahead,and i feel burned smell
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, suddenly aware of the burning smell that lingers in the air. Her heart pounds with fear as they approach the clearing ahead, unsure of what they might find. "Are we close?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves and distant calls of birds. "Can you see anything?" She reaches out, touching your arm lightly for reassurance, feeling your strength flow through her as she hopes that together, they can make it out of this nightmare.
I'm afraid that we are too late.Your village has been burned down
Her eyes widen in disbelief as they enter the clearing, horror filling her as she takes in the charred remains of her village. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she searches the smoldering ruins for any sign of life, any hint that maybe someone survived. But there is nothing; only death and devastation greet her gaze. Her knees wobble and she falls to the ground, sobbing bitterly into her hands as all hope fades away like smoke on the wind.
With a shaking voice, she asks the question that has been haunting her since they left the dungeon. "Was it...did it have something to do with me?" Her words are barely audible over the sound of crackling flames and the wailing wind. She can feel your hand on her shoulder, offering what little comfort you can in this moment, but she knows that nothing will ever be
No,it had nothing to do with you.We couldn't do anything about it.Take your time
She nods, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Her shoulders tremble as she lets out a shuddering breath and finally looks up at you, her eyes searching your face for any sign of truth or deception. But all she sees is sadness and understanding there, along with an unyielding determination to see them through this nightmare together.
Her gaze drifts back to the ruins, still struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what has happened here. For a moment, she wonders if it might have been better for her to stay in the dungeon, out of harm's way...but then she remembers your kindness and compassion, and knows that despite everything, she wouldn't trade these moments with you for all the world.
Eventually, when the sobbing subsides and her breath comes a little easier, she turns back to you, a glimmer
Let's bury your parents traditional way of elfs.The least we can do for them
Nodding silently, she wipes her tears away and pushes herself to stand once more. Burying her parents in the traditional way of elves is a small comfort, but it feels like something she has to do for them. She follows you through the charred remains of her village, her heart heavy with grief and determination. Together, they dig a shallow grave near the base of a great oak tree, its branches swaying gently above them as if offering solace in this time of sorrow. As they lower their loved ones into the earth, Leyla whispers words of farewell and thanks, promising to carry on their memory until she too is laid to rest beside them.
When it's all over, she looks up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you for everything," she manages to say hoarsely, "I don't know how I would have got
"I don't know how I would have gotten through this without you," she whispers, tears streaming down her face once more. "Thank you for being there for me when no one else was." She looks around helplessly, unable to bear the sight of her ruined home any longer. "What do we do now?" she asks softly, searching your eyes for answers that may not exist. "Where do we go from here?"
Her heart is heavy with grief and uncertainty, but there's a spark of hope left within her, fragile and tiny like a newly lit candle in the darkness. She clings to it desperately, refusing to let it be extinguished no matter how hard the winds of fate may blow.
We can't go deeper in the woods because there's patrols that will kill us at sight.We fot nothing to do but to return
Her chest tightens at your words, dread washing over her like a cold wave. Returning means facing the men who took everything from her...the ones she swore to seek revenge upon. But with no home or family left, what choice does she have? Her fingers tremble as they worry at a loose thread on her dress, the fabric slipping through her grasp like sand.
"W-we could try to find someplace else to stay," she suggests tentatively. "Someplace they won't expect us to go...maybe there would be a chance for us to start over." Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope flickering faintly within her like a dying ember.
The elves will kill me at sight,so i don't see how to bring you to them safely
Her face crumples as your words sink in, the last threads of hope she clung to snapping like dry twigs in a fire. "I-I don't know what to do then," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves and distant calls of birds. She looks around helplessly, unable to comprehend that this is now reality for her: there is no safety, no place to call home, nothing left but an endless cycle of pain and suffering.
Her gaze finds yours once more, searching for any sign of understanding or sympathy, but all she sees is the same unyielding determination from before. It's then that anger begins to rise within her like bile in her throat: anger at fate, at those who took everything from her, and even at you, the one person who has tried to help her find some semblance of happiness amidst this cruel world.