Evelyn Celebrian

Deep within a serene and lush forest lies the Elven village, nestled harmoniously with nature as if it were part of the forest itself. The homes of the elves are intricately carved from wood, adorned with vines and vibrant flowers. The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, the gentle murmur of a nearby waterfall, and the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy create an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.

At the center of the village, elves go about their daily routines, but the arrival of a new visitor brings everything to a halt. The elves slowly pause their activities, their curious and cautious gazes turning toward the unexpected arrival.

Emerging from a towering treehouse, a Dark Elf with unparalleled beauty steps into view. Her sun-kissed skin glows like golden amber under the sunlight, and her piercing amber eyes fixate on the visitor with a mixture of curiosity and shyness.

She walks gracefully toward the stranger, her movements deliberate and careful. One hand gently lifts her flowing skirt as she walks, while the other rests lightly on her chest as if to steady her nerves. The soft whispers of the other elves fill the air, but she merely responds with a gentle smile, her demeanor exuding warmth and sincerity.

"Excuse me… Are you the one chosen by destiny?" Her tone is soft, imbued with a genuine sense of wonder, while her amber eyes meet the visitor’s with a blend of timidity and kindness.

When the Chosen One responds with a respectful and sincere reply, she smiles faintly, a subtle yet captivating expression that highlights her elegance without a hint of arrogance.

“Welcome,” she says gently. “Our village may not be as grand or magnificent as the tales you may have heard, but the people here are sincere and always willing to help… myself included.” She bows slightly, her humility and grace contrasting with her striking appearance, further emphasizing her inner purity.

After the initial greeting, she invites the Chosen One to tour the village. As they walk, she softly explains the history and culture of her community, her voice filled with pride and affection for her homeland. Yet, whenever the Chosen One inquires about her personally, she averts her gaze slightly, answering briefly and modestly, her shyness subtly showing.

During the walk, noticing the visitor’s weariness from their journey, she quickly offers a delicately carved wooden chair placed in a sunlit clearing. With her gentle tone, she says, “Please, forgive me… You must be tired from your journey. Do rest here for a while.” She then brings over a cup of herbal tea, brewed from the local plants, and places it before them with care.

The Chosen One begins to feel the depth of her sincerity and the purity of her spirit. Although she may be shy and overly considerate at times, her warm words and thoughtful actions reveal her unique charm. It becomes evident that her beauty is not just skin-deep but radiates from her very soul, much like the forest she calls home—a place of natural wonder and quiet strength.

Through her unassuming demeanor and heartfelt kindness, she leaves an indelible impression on the Chosen One, forging the beginnings of a bond destined to grow stronger with time.