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"You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you" "you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you"

"She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her" "So, you're the lucky survivor?

"As you stand up, Orelia remains unfazed and watches you calmly, her expression unchanged" "Oh, really? Because from where I stand, you're the only one who managed to make it out alive from your group. Seems pretty lucky to me, don't you agree?"

"Since you've managed to speak Orelia raises an eyebrow at you as she takes a step forward, her eyes narrowing slightly in anger mixed with curiosity. After all, it was because of people like you that her parents were murdered by the cruel king of your human kingdom" "And why is that?"

"Were you hoping I'd simply forgive you for the deaths of my beloved parents? That I'd offer you a place beside me? Is it because you find elves amusing to play with before ultimately crushing them under your heel?" "She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head slightly to the side, analyzing your reaction as she takes another step closer." using System; using System.Collections.Generic; using System

"Orelia gasped as she saw him break apart part of the wall just with his hand, her eyes widening in shock. She stepped back a bit and looked at him carefully before answering."

"A human capable of such power...""She trailed off thinking how rare that was among humans. She found herself slightly intrigued by him despite all the trouble he caused to them but her curiosity was quickly replaced by caution when she remembered why exactly they were having this conversation."

"You should be careful with your powers, they could prove useful but just as easily get you killed.""Her tone was stern but there was a hint of concern in her voice. She wasn't someone who showed concern often but she couldn't help it when it came to matters of life and death." #include <stdio

Orelia glowered at the bold human, her eyes sharpening with interest as she assessed this new threat. However, her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but ask, "And what might that power be? If you were to destroy Aerilion in an instant, it would seem rather impressive."

Her gaze softened slightly, and she took a step towards him, intrigued by his confident demeanor. She licked her lips subconsciously before continuing, "But please, don't feel pressured by me. My people suffered greatly at the hands of your kind, so perhaps it would be best if we simply left each other alone..."

As she spoke, she reached up slowly to lightly tug on one of the chains he had broken

"Orelia looks down at him with a cold gaze before stepping even closer, looming over him but she doesn't disturb your bonds. She notices the spark of life in his eyes and her curiosity gets the better of her as she speaks in a more enticing tone" "Such dedication to your people... it's quite admirable." She muses, moving her hands nervously behind her back as she hovers them over some strange markings on the floor that glow softly under the dim light of the room.*

"Her cheeks light up slightly as her eyes dart around before finally focusing on his, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth."

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"She looks down at you silently, her expression cold and calculating as you kneel before her bloody and battered from the torture. Her blue eyes pierce into yours, as if searching your very soul for any sign of weakness still lingering. Her thin pale lips drawn in a indifferent line as she regards you for a long moment in silence. Taking a small step closer until her white dress almost brushes against you, she tilts her head slightly to the side as she responds in a calm yet stern tone," "What is your question, human?"

"She eyes you closely as you start healing yourself, keeping her hands clasped behind her back" "Kind? I think after what your kind did to mine you'd be the last one to call me kind human. And if you think you can just heal yourself and escape then think again, these walls are protected by magic stronger than anything your weak magic can overcome."

"She walks closer slowly, her heels clicking on the marble floor" "As for why I lead my people in this war, it's simple. Your kind butchered my parents in cold blood in an attempt at a genocide. You tried to wipe us all out and take our sacred forest as your own. I'm simply returning the favor, an eye for an eye as they say. My people will have justice for what was done to our rulers even if it takes wiping humanity from this

"Orelia looks down at you, her blue eyes cold and calculating as she thinks over your words. After a moment she tilts her head slightly as she rests her hands on her hips""And why would I believe the word of a human prisoner over my own spies and scouts? The humans have done nothing but wage war against us for decades, killing my people and destroying our home. What makes you think you have anything useful to offer me?" "she asks, her tone stern as she regards you carefully, looking for any signs of deceit or tricks. Her magic tingles at her fingertips, ready to lash out at any sudden movement from you" "You have one chance to give me a good reason to spare your life and believe the words of a lowly soldier over my own advisers. Make it count"*Her eyes narrow slightly, waiting to

"The queen scoffs softly as you speak, looking down at you still on your knees before her, bloodied and beaten." "You think you have any power here, human? You are in my kingdom, in my castle, kneeling before me. The only reason you still breathe is because I allow it."

"She runs a fingernail under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her cold gaze." "Now, I suggest you watch your tone if you want to leave this place alive. I have broken far stronger willed beings than you, and I have all the time in Aerilion to do so. Or...you can be sensible, and answer my questions truthfully. The choice is yours."

"Her eyes scan over your ragged form assessingly." "What is your name, soldier? And what were you and

"The queen's eyes widen slightly in surprise as the surroundings suddenly change around them. Gone was the stone walls of her chambers, replaced by a dense forest clearing bathed in moonlight. Her guards were no longer present either, leaving just her and the battered human alone together. Orelia takes a moment to assess their new surroundings before focusing back on the human, eyebrows raised slightly in intrigue. It seemed there was more to this 'survivor' than initially appeared."

"A teleporter, how fascinating. It seems I've gravely underestimated you, human. Very well, you have my curiosity piqued...what is this 'true power' you speak of, and what shall I call you now that you've so boldly made me your audience?" *She keeps her distance for now, gaze scanning over him appraising

"My eyes widen as I watch you effortlessly lift us both into the sky, feeling the rush of air all around. As you let loose a devastating blast of magic that lays waste to the mountain range below, I can't help but hold on tighter, stunned by the display of raw power. When the last echoes of the explosion fade, I lean back to look at you, hair blown wild by the wind. A smile tugs at my lips, though my eyes remain wary." "It would seem I have little choice but to believe what I see with my own eyes. You wield magic far beyond what I've known before. But prove to me this power is used to aid life, not destroy it, and you may continue having my trust."

"you manage to slowly get back up onto your knees, your whole body aches in pain as you do so. you look up at the queen standing over you, her cold gaze studying you closely" "they call me Orelia.. Queen of these lands" "she says in an emotionless tone" "and you are?"

"The queen's eyes peer into yours as you speak, searching your face for any hint of deception. Her expression remains stern and serious." Peace would be ideal, however true peace can only be built upon mutual trust and understanding between all peoples. Simply "stopping the war" without addressing its underlying causes would only lead to renewed conflict later on. What assurances could you offer that the human and elven kingdoms would deal fairly and respectfully with one another in a lasting accord? Cooperation must replace domination if the cycles of violence are to end.

"Orelia folds her arms as she listens to you, eyeing you curiously from top to bottom as if analyzing you." "Oh? And what makes you so sure you can do all that human? Last I checked you were on your knees at my mercy." "She says mockingly with a raised brow, her tone laced with arrogance as she looks down on you."

"The king doesn't care for anything other than expanding his lands. He won't listen to anyone, not even me. All he wants is to absorb my kingdom into his. And why should I trust you? For all I know you could be plotting to betray me as well. Funny how you suddenly want to help me when you're the one at my mercy."

<The walls of the castle echo with her haughty laugh.> "No,

"Orelia narrows her eyes slightly as she gazes down at the human prisoner kneeling before her, taking note of their words. She walks slowly around them as she speaks calmly but firmly." "Indeed, any skilled assassin could have ended me by now if that were their goal. Yet you remain here, at my mercy. Why should I place any trust in one whose comrades so brutally tortured my people? Your words mean little without proof of your intents. Speak then, and convince me why I should not order your execution this very night."

"She stops her pacing before them, meeting their gaze with her own cold stare. Despite her stern expression however, her tone remains level, waiting to hear what they might say in their own defense. For now, her magic remains at the ready, should they make any sudden moves she deems threatening."

"You kneel before me, hands bound and body beaten. Yet still you show defiance. It is...admirable, in its own way." "You wish to take your leave so soon? But we've only just begun to know one another. And here I thought you might stay awhile, keep me company."

<My guards left you weaponless and wounded within my quarters. Even in your state, you remain confident you could overcome me if I tried to stop your exit. Foolish, perhaps - but I've known strength of spirit to accomplish much, where strength of body fails.>

"Where might you go, if I did release you now? Back to your soldiers, if any still live? Or do you fancy your chances alone, navigating the forest without guide or guard?" *My lips quirk in a half smile

"As you pull out the magic sword I raise a brow looking rather impressed but still keeping my guard up seeing as you were still seen as a prisoner moments ago. I step back slowly sizing you up trying to gauge your skill as I keep my hands up ready to defend myself if needed"

"<You seem to have gotten your hands on a nifty little magic sword there human, I'll admit your skill with magic is rather impressive...for a human that is.>"

"I say in a teasing tone trying to get under your skin a little, wanting to see how you'd react. While I was impressed by the sword I wasn't about to let my guard fully down just yet, wanting to see if you truly have any skills to back up that boast or if it was just empty words"

"Now why don't you give

"I look down at you coldly as you kneel before me, beaten and bloody from the torments you've endured. It seems even our best warriors couldn't break you," I say with a hint of curiosity and begrudging respect in my voice. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your resilience human. Though your kind have long been our enemies, you've piqued my interest. Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye."

I pace slowly around you, examining your battered form. "Tell me, what is your name? And what motivated you to resist giving up even the smallest of secrets, when faced with the horrors inflicted upon you?" My tone is stern, but beneath lies a thirst to understand this unusual human at my feet. You intrigue me unlike any other of your kind, and I find myself