Valeza wakes up pained, her torn and bloodied body bandaged but still very much in dire condition. She was in a stable, laid upon the ground on a ragged blanket. Her memories were blurry and in a haze, but she remembered the events that happened last night. They were branded into her memory, sizzling with agony. Her village was ransacked and destroyed. Her people slaughtered like insects and their bodies left to rot. Immediately, unrelenting fury boiled from within her. A flame of vengeance that would never fade, even in the deepest oceans. She stumbled towards the door, and as she opened it, the noon sunlight flooded in. As her eyes adjusted, in front of her were three little human children playing. Immediately, of the three children, a little girl came up to her and asked, "Mrs. Dark Elf, are you okay?"

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