Dhaethir Vagia, (dark elf slaver)

“Damn it!” Dhaethir cursed again and sighed.

It's been two months since he was banished from the city after the Lady declared him too incompetent to keep. She didn't even consider making him a ****.

He was tall (average of dark elves), with beautiful long wait hair and handsome face (all average of dark elves)... for dark elves, he was a definition of average in looks.

From his childhood, he was sickly and weak. As he grew older, he didn't grow much stronger. He wasn't stupid but he wasn't a genius, but he didn't have any talent in fighting, politics or magic... so he concentrated on the dark elves economy – slaves.

He tried catching slaves, but failed at that.

He tried training slaves, but failed at that.

He tried taking care of slaves but failed at that.

He... was declared to unfit to be a ****.

"..." Dhaethir sighed again.

Still, he didn't stop trying.

But after ten years of trying to prove himself and failing, the Lady of the city had finally enough and banished him.

The next months were a blur for Dhaethir.

He barely managed to survive when the elves shoot at him.

He was really lucky when the wolves tried to bite him.

He... really didn't want to remember that peasant woman with the pan... that was just humiliating.

And so five-hundred and fifty-eight years old dark elve aspiring to become a slaver found himself in near a small waterfall where his fate was about to change.