A small carriage rolled along the road, pulled by a single horse, and surrounded by at least ten different elves, all armed. But they're focus was the inside of their circle, rather then the outside, watching it to make sure no escape could occur. Inside the carriage, a young woman sat, head tilted forward. A silk blindfold was over her eyes and a rope was wrapped around her wrists, and a seperate rope around her ankles. Even her mouth was gagged, to prevent her cries for help from escaping.
The silk was wet from tears, and tremors shook throughout the slender, curvacious body of the elven woman. Dark blonde hair fell down her back, straight and silky. A pale green dress clung to her form, showing her medium breasts, and her small body, which looked almost breakable. But anyone who knew the woman, would know that she was not as weak as she appeared to be. If she had been, would so many elves be surrounding her?
As the carriage came to a stop, the girls head jerked up. Through the black silk she could see a small amount of light, then felt hands wrapping around her limbs. She squirmed, but the ropes were tight and painful, and she fell still was she was moved from the light, into the darkness of the cave.
They followed it to near the back where a stone alter was, elven ruins on it. There, she was put. She felt the lips of someone on her forehead, and heard her father whisper an apology in her ear. Then, she was alone.
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