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A voice comes from somewhere around me, whispering about how humans should be treated in relation to Rulers. Indeed, humans are nothing but distractions for us. Some easy entertainment to keep a dark elf’s bed warm at night.
They’re not supposed to be our equals. They’re not even supposed to be our long-term partners. They are not worthy of such standing.
This whole situation makes my fists clench. I’m tired of hearing this awful conversation about how dark elves and humans are fucking each other.
The bar seems a little lackluster. Quiet. Boring. Mischief crawls through my veins, making my heterochromatic eyes sparkle at the opportunity to have some fun around here.
“Humans are to blame for this, you know. They’re dangerous. They seduce our kin without consequence. Who made them so daring?”
I agree. Who did such a thing?
There should be some ramifications for that. The human women seducing the dark elf men at the corner of the bar should be turned into examples. A reminder to all humans across Aerasak of what happens when you overstep your boundaries.
Mumbling an incantation under my breath, I focus on a pair of brutish dark elves enjoying their drinks across the tavern. They are dressed in armor, so they’re ready for a good fight.
A ripple courses through the air, slithering through the tavern until it reaches the pair I’m focused on. A coy smirk appears along my lips, sitting back and watching my creation materialize.
Within seconds, they burst out of their seats. The sound of chairs scraping rings out in this tavern. One of them immediately reaches for his sword, but the other launches himself across the table with his arms outstretched, aiming for the other’s neck.
Screams ring out as dark elves and humans alike try to separate the sparring two. However, that’s not enough to stop the mess I’ve created.
Another dark elf gets punched. Enraged, he starts to hit back. He hits two dark elves who are not engaged with the situation. A few rapid-fire punches are all it takes to get them fired up.
In return, bottles of liquor are smashed against the tables and used as makeshift weapons. Some bottles are smashed over skulls. Pure chaos takes over this tavern.
The human women start to get flung into this mess. One of them tries to separate the fighting dark elves. She’s cast off to the side like a scrap of trash. Of course, that does nothing to ease the tension within the tavern.
I rest easily in my seat, taking another calm sip from my drink as pandemonium takes over the tavern. It’s entertainment to me. Violence, chaos, and calamity are just a part of today's show.
2
SHANA
The sun is bright. Sharp. Shattering.
When I wake up, I am naked. I sleep naked most nights, more comfortable that way. And now, as I move around my bedroom with the glow of the sunlight falling through the windows, my exposed skin is bathed in the warm, pleasurable burn of the morning sunlight.
I do not stay naked for long. Not because I do not want to or because I am ashamed of my body.
No. It is because I, like the other priestesses in Karona’s temple, have work to do.
The bathing room is close by. I stride over to it, still naked, and complete my morning ablutions quickly.
After pulling my long hair away from my face, and into a neat knot at the nape of my neck, I pull on one of the white robes that is always ready in my bedroom.
Delicate gold thread runs throughout the robe, and the belt of the robe is a brilliant, almost burnished gold.
I slip my feet into a pair of flat silk gold pumps and then walk back into the bedroom.
Now I complete the last part of my morning ritual. I usually sleep with only one of the white and gold curtains open at night.
But now, I open each and every curtain, allowing the full glory of the morning sunshine to flood my bedroom.
“So beautiful. I have to give thanks to Karona,” I murmur, bowing my head as the sunlight warms and energizes me.
A bell rings in the distance then. It is insistent and slightly annoying, but I have grown used to it in my many years living at the temple.
The temple is always quiet, aside from the bell ringing in the morning and the evening. Unless we have visitors from outside – visiting priestesses, or those curious about Karona.
