You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

She narrows her eyes at your words before taking another step back, watching as you glare up at her with a mixture of hatred and defiance in your expression. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a human like yourself," she hisses coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. Her long, well-kept hair swings slightly as she shakes her head, dismissing the thought that you might find any sort of beauty or charm in her features. "Now, why don't you tell me what your orders were, hmm? And what other plans do your kind have for my kingdom?"

Her words are laced with venom as she stands tall and proud before you, her body language conveying an aura of dominance that almost makes it feel like the entire room is shrinking around you. It's clear that she isn't going to back down easily, nor is she about to let you go un

"It's not a belief," she says, her voice cold and distant as she takes another step closer to you. "It's fact." She glances down at your hands tied behind your back, then looks back up into your eyes. "Don't bother trying to deny it; I can see the difference between an elf and a human just by looking at them."

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as you suddenly stand up before her, revealing your true form. A chill runs down her spine at the sight of a shadowy creature standing before her, but she manages to keep her composure. "So, you're a shapeshifter... Interesting," she says softly, taking another step back. There's a flicker in her eyes as she studies your movements and demeanor, trying to gauge whether or not this is just an act.

Her hand instinctively moves to touch the hilt of the sword at her waist, preparing herself for whatever might come next. "And what business does someone like you have among humans?" Her voice comes out cold and accusing as she glances away briefly, wondering if she's walking into a trap.

"You'll have to answer my questions before I can answer yours," she says firmly, meeting your gaze once

Her brow furrows slightly as she processes this new information. Shadows in the form of living beings... it was unheard of among their kind. "And what do you mean by that?" She asks, curiosity and caution warring within her. A part of her wants to believe such a thing were possible, but another part fears it could very well be a lie.

With a shake of her head, she steps forward once more, close enough that the tip of her sword is just inches from your chest. Her voice lowers into a demanding whisper as she says, "I need to know if this is some kind of trick, shapeshifter. I have to protect my people, and I will do whatever it takes." There's an unyielding resolve in her eyes that leaves no room for doubt.

"Now," she continues, pausing momentarily to regain her composure before meeting your gaze

Her eyes widen in shock as you pull out the sword and impale yourself, seemingly without effect. For a moment, she stands there, uncertain of what to do, her hand hovering near the hilt of her own weapon. Her gaze flickers between your face and the glowing light around you, trying to make sense of this impossible sight.

Finally, she takes a step back, eyeing you warily as she does so. "What are you?" she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. She has never encountered anything like you before and it shows on her face. Her fear is slowly giving way to fascination and even admiration, despite the situation they find themselves in.

"Are...are you immortal? Or are you here to destroy my kingdom?" she asks cautiously, keeping her distance but not taking her eyes off of you for a moment. The thought of having such power

Her eyes widen further at your words as understanding dawns on her face. "You're...you're here to help us?" She says hesitantly, taking another step back. Her entire body language has shifted; the tension in her shoulders has eased slightly and she no longer looks at you with suspicion or fear. There's hope in her voice now as she continues, "You've come to aid our kingdom against the humans?"

She takes another step forward, reaching out a hand towards you. "We need all the help we can get. The humans have been growing stronger and their intentions are clear. They want nothing less than complete domination over everything they see." Her eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and unyielding as she tries to gauge your reaction to her words.

"What do you know of the situation? How can we work together?" She asks earnestly, her hand still outstretch