The crone smiled, revealing crooked teeth. "A curse, one that has been building in power for centuries. Your house has unknowingly contributed to its growth, through the enslavement of Elven kind."
Aria, a young Elven slave, toiled in the kitchens of a noble house, her hands moving with a precision that belied her exhaustion. Her silver hair, once a symbol of her status as a free Elven maiden, was now cropped short and dull, a constant reminder of her bondage. The whip had left its mark on her back, and the sting of shame still lingered. The Elven Slave and the Great Witch-s Curse -Fi...
The nobles exchanged uneasy glances. "What do you propose we do?" Lady El'ric asked, her voice laced with concern. The crone smiled, revealing crooked teeth
