Aleera, a proud high fae and one of the strongest of her kind, couldn't believe a young elf several centuries younger than she had defeated her. Her mind raced with disbelief and humiliation as she struggled to comprehend how her power had been bested by someone so seemingly insignificant.
"Just who the hell are you?" She demanded, her voice laced with a mix of anger and curiosity.
"Oh, I'm honored, Your Majesty. I didn't expect you'd be interested in knowing the name of the one who would have your head," Elvine replied, a smirk playing on her lips.
"But since you asked so nicely, I am Elvine Greenmeadows." She crossed one arm, giving the faerie queen a mocking bow, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"A Greenmeadows?" The faerie queen stared at the dark elf with shock. "But Rosellia Village has been long gone."
