Elves.
Max had always had high expectations about them ever since he found out they existed in the Samsara.
He wondered if they would be similar to what had been portrayed in TV shows and movies back on Earth.
A beautiful tribe with a love for nature and archery.
Creatures that were both humble and proud.
Max wouldn't have minded being a member of their race at that time.
But now, as he sat in his cage, silently staring at the two Elven guards hurl profanities against him and Ella without pause… the glorified image he had of them slowly crumbled like a pack of cards
Peace-loving?... Hah, he was lucky they hadn't skinned him alive yet.
And as for Ella… they saw her as worse than scum.
But then he found it hard to blame them.
The animosity toward humans was great and he was well aware that a few fancy words wouldn't make a difference.
Just as he was about to speak up, a voice was heard.
