Armed Elven Soldiers

For days you lay in a sleepless slumber, unable to dream, unable to feel or sense anything. Where you were, what time of the day it was, and for what reason you were subject to that abrupt ****, all those things eluded you until today, when the bag was finally taken off your head.

And your eyes took in the sight of gleaming steel aimed at your face.

Blinking hard, you take in the sight of your captors and your surroundings, and you see that your prison is an artfully built facility, the gates of steel immaculate and free of blemish and imperfection, shining like silver, and the stonework similarly perfect and smooth as if carved out of a single mountain. His captors, elfin-looking and clad in metal armor and aiming metal pikes, had dark chocolate skin and silver hair, their eyes a strikingly bright violet.

You shift your hands, and quickly realize that your hands were bound behind your back with rope, the cold stone of the cell floor a terrible hardship on your bum.

Great... in prison with Elven guards, just perfect... You groaned, rolling your eyes at your predicament, But I've never heard of dark-skinned, silver-haired Elves anywhere in Altosa; all the Elves I've seen are light-skinned with either blonde or black hair, maybe the occasional red hair... Just where am I?

"Hey, you," You call to the guards, voice groggy as if awakening from a deep sleep, "Where the fuck am I?"

The guards do not answer, their faces hard-set and distrustful, but their eyes reflect a slight confusion, as if they do not understand what you are saying.

Ah, fuck. I'm really far from home, aren't I?

You hear a female voice, lilting and refined, speak to the guards in a commanding tone, and instantly the guards stand at attention with pikes straight and perpendicular to the ground, and you see arguably most beautiful woman in the entire world.

Her hips and assets were so curvaceous yet firm and toned, her skin free of all blemishes and imperfections, her eyes shining like polished amethysts and her silver hair like a finely tailored silk garment. Her robes, though baring little skin save her hands and face leave little to the imagination, placing great emphasis on her curves.

She walked with the demeanor of a queen, her back straight and her eyes clear and full of purpose. When she looked upon you, it was with a calm composure and quiet dignity you were unused to, and you could not hold her gaze, looking away to your shame.

She spoke a few words in her native tongue, and your eyes reflected confusion. Narrowing her eyes at this, she cast a light in her hands, and you felt a strange fuzzy feeling on your mind akin to a barrel filling with water. Your mind drifts in and out of grogginess, before you feel the headache slowly clear away, your mind like crisp, mild dew.

"Can you understand me, goblin?" The woman asked.

"Yes," You answer, and to your surprise you realize you spoke the same language as the Elf woman did.

"Good," The woman said, her expression stoic, "I know you have questions, so I shall start with answering the most obvious: I am Rhohesya Dusai, Princess of the Empire of Audkasar, and I brought you here along with several other goblins we captured for... an experiment."

Figures...

"What kind of experiment, can I ask?" You said.

"Simple: A breeding experiment," Rhohesya answered, "Goblins like you will help breed Elves to help increase our population, so that we have more troops at our disposal. By the way, do you have a name, Goblin? I hate to simply call you 'Goblin' or 'creature' for that matter."

"...Kazex," You answered.

"Very well, Kazex," Rhohesya nodded, "Now that we're done talking, it's time for you to do your task. Just so you know, don't ever think of escaping."

The guards' gleaming pikes was warning enough, so you simply nodded.