Brief
After losing her kingdom in the war, she fell into the hands of a slave trader. Now she is bound and locked in a cage. Ela, who once ruled over the forest and the kingdom of the fairies, is now a slave.
Ela curled up inside the cage, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. Light barely touched her, highlighting the despair etched upon her features. Worn shackles bound her ankles, a constant reminder of her captivity. Her wings, once symbols of freedom, now drooped against the cold metal bars, several feathers missing, making her look even more pitiful. Each missing feather was like a lost memory. The once-bright blue dress was now stained and torn. How long has it been?
"Another day..." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Will they ever end?"
A tear escaped, tracing a lonely path down her cheek.
"Tzz" Ela clicks her tongue and looks away as the slave trader approaches her cage. "Hey you slut, don't look so angry" shouts the trader and kicks against her cage. Ela shows no reaction and looks at the floor.
