Day 1

To a casual viewer, the pale elf woman splayed out on the mossy ground looked bald. She slept, her ample chest rising and falling, the only clue to the nature of her hair was a well-kept bush that showed her natural coloring was the same as the moss she rested on. Her deep green hair betrayed her mixed heritage. Sure she was an elf of the glade, but her mother had been a wood spirit. Her father had encountered the woman on a hunting trip and fallen under her spell.

Now it was Arleth’s turn to brave the woods, but she hoped to all the gods not to be cursed with a child the way her mother had been. This was her coming of age. If she was to return home she would have to do it unbred, ideally with her virtue intact, but primarily unbred.

Groggily, she awoke, the **** used to transport her starting to wear off. She looked around and realized she’d been cursed with a slightly harder trial. Rather than her hands being restrained in front of her they’d been restrained behind her back. She pulled slightly, only to find that the ropes seemed to tighten more. She’d need to work on freeing herself somehow, that was her primary objective. She knew that the other elves of the glade weren’t too excited about her returning, afterall she was only one of them by virtue of her father, but she was determined to prove them wrong.

First things first, Arleth needed to free her hands. She looked around the clearing for anything she could use to get the use of her hands back.