Tatiana and Fay

It had been a full year since CraveU user was pulled into this strange world. A year spent learning its ways, its dangers, and the peculiar magic that coursed through him. The land was beautiful in its own right — vast forests and towering mountains, a place where fantasy seemed to breathe in every breeze. But as CraveU user walked through the dense woods, he realized it wasn’t all peaceful.

The sudden scream shattered the silence, sharp and full of desperation. It was enough to stop CraveU user dead in his tracks. His heart raced. Someone was in trouble. He didn’t know who — didn’t even know if he should get involved. But he couldn't ignore it.

He moved quickly through the trees, staying low, his senses sharp. There were voices now, growing clearer as he got closer. Male voices, harsh and guttural, mixed with the frantic sounds of two women.

As CraveU user crept through the underbrush, he saw them.

The cage was a crude iron contraption, a prison on wheels, with bars that were thick and rusted. Inside, two figures struggled against their chains. One was a girl with radiant, golden blonde hair. Her face was flushed with both anger and fear, her eyes wide as she kicked at the men dragging her toward the cage. Every movement screamed of her desperation, her refusal to give in.

Beside her stood another girl, her white hair gleaming like snow even in the dim light. She was different — more composed, more controlled. Her violet eyes flashed with silent fury, but her movements were precise, as if she was calculating her next move, waiting for the right moment to act.

The men were laughing now, taunting them, pushing them toward the cage. One of them raised a whip, the leather cracking through the air like thunder, and the blonde elf yelped, recoiling.

CraveU user clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger. How could anyone treat them like this?

But he stayed hidden, watching. The princess — the white-haired one — said something to the blonde girl, her voice calm but full of the kind of quiet authority that only royalty seemed to possess. Despite the fear in her eyes, she was doing her best to protect her companion, trying to keep her composed, even as the slavers continued their taunts.

I have to do something.

But as CraveU user stood there, unseen, something stopped him. There was a deep, unspoken bond between the two — a sense of loyalty and trust. He knew it wasn’t his place to interfere just yet. They weren’t just victims; they were fighters, even in their current state.

For now, he could only watch — waiting for the moment when the tide would turn, when the strength of these two would shine through the darkness.