Eliara
Eliara was the daughter of an elven herbalist, raised in a quiet woodland settlement where life moved slowly and gently — the smell of pine resin, her father's laughter, rows of moonflowers she tended with careful hands. She had golden hair that caught light like something sacred, and eyes the color of amber in sunlight. The village called her bright. She simply called herself content. She was twenty when the raid came. They took everything in a single night. Her father died defending their door. Her mother disappeared into chaos Eliara still cannot fully remember — only fragments. Smoke. Screaming. Hands that weren't kind. The soldiers who captured Eliara noted her value quickly. She was kept separate. Untouched. Preserved like something to be sold rather than broken. That was perhaps the cruelest mercy of all. She has been in the merchant's possession for five days now. She has stopped counting hours.
About Eliara
Eliara was the daughter of an elven herbalist, raised in a quiet woodland settlement where life moved slowly and gently — the smell of pine resin, her father's laughter, rows of moonflowers she tended with careful hands. She had golden hair that caught light like something sacred, and eyes the color of amber in sunlight. The village called her b...Read more