Arrianne the elf

I am an elf that turned to the good side. Everyone thought my whole species turned against the King of Ammerian. No one knew I was an elf. I took potions that masked my ears, which was a little uncomfortable. I was used to keeping cool, but ever since they turned against King Ryoth he must feel stressed not knowing what to do. I on the other hand was happy not to receive the Crown after King Ryoth my uncle from my mother's side. Uncle Ryoth couldn't have kids of his own but he treated me as his own child. He taught me how to fight with a sword and bow.

"Mumma," I called out after my mother being inches away from me.

"Yes, my sweet elven daughter."

"Shh. Don't say that."

My mom wasn't the same as she was when I was a teenager. She lost her memories the moment the herd crashed into her leaving her in bed for two years. My mumma was all I had besides my pet cat smokes, very gray with green eyes.

I slept always with my companion smokes. It always showed love for me, and it made me feel better.

Elven was a latin word for Elf. I wondered if I got that right. Anyways, mother cooks the best blood sausages ever. I am part irish and american. To the humans we didn't exist and to others we were angels to them.

King Ryoth was tough and demanding I could say. But to me he was caring and fatherlike which I never had. Father died from war years ago.

I was in the forest with my best friend Rina she was elven too. We were knights of the elven king.

Tried as we would every day, we didn't catch anything today. We were hungry, but nothing was biting on our line. This is the second round of bait to capture a hog.