No matter how damaged they were, the slaves still looked beautiful except from all the scars in their bodies, it was the trait of us female elves, and the reason why dark-elves hunted us for their reproduction or to make us their playthings.
"Everyone! This is the Free Elven Forces, we have come to take you back, please get out of here immediately the dark-elves will be eradicated. They will pay for their sins, for what they did to you! So come with me!"
I reached out my hand, and they looked at me with those pitiful eyes of theirs.
They slowly stood up…
But they were afraid to take a step forward.
Maybe their suffering was so great it was hard to trust anyone anymore
Their feet were in pain, their legs were all bruised, they just stood looking at me emotionless, none of them spoke.
How can their fear surpass their desire for freedom?
