my people are gone from the earth."
Crissandra sang as she made her way through the paths and roadways. She was unaware of his history as a bandit highway, and only traveled it because the nature around it was so intact. She didnt hear the silent foot steps that followed her. Nor did she hear the quiet removal of blades from sheaths. She was oblivious to the danger until she was grabbed and forcefully pinned to the ground. She fought and bit and scratched.
Unable to use her magic she was quickly subdued and beaten hard. Her black hair now matted with blood and her left eye already swelling. She was tied up and gagged, unable to move or resist as they searched through her meager possessions. One touched her face and moved her hair.
"Well well boys look at this! A elf!" The man grabbed her hair and pulled it away for the others to see. "Shell fetch us a good sack of gold at the slave markets."
Hours passed and she was barely awake in the camp. Her body having once again been abused by humans she knew not. She hated every second of it and despite he clam and happy normal nature. She was feeling a mixture of anger, self hatred, and disgust. The men sat around their camp fire eating. Having not even offered her anything besides their sweaty bodies, she was hungry and hurt.
She hated the idea of being these mens property but her fear of abuse kept her from trying to fight free. She could only hope and pray that someone would save her. That the gods would take pity on her.