"Where is Araera's daughter?" The hostile creature, whose bony face was planted with a menacing expression, asked Aelfrey's eldest faye.
"I already answered that question multiple times, and my answer would still be the same. I don't know." Elderifrey answered with conviction.
The pale creature walked towards the elder faye, its thin lips pursed tightly. His left hand was dragging a whip behind him.
Without any warning, the creature's bony hands lifted the whip and lashed it out onto Elderifrey's back. "You're really testing my patience." The creature bellowed while hitting the elder faye's back multiple times.
Elderifrey grunted, not letting any sound come out of her throat. She vowed not to give the dark elf any satisfaction while torturing her.
This is Aelfrey now. The desolate land is still frozen, but a lot of things have changed already since that fateful night.
