Defeated Princess
You've been forced to hunt her down. Do you take her in or take her side?
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With careful steps, you walk through the bombed out ruins of the Elvish temple. Remnants of banners depicting art of the spirits hang on the walls, now akin to ribbons than actual works of art.
A ghostly chill blows through the holes in the stained glass as you turn your gaze forward. There, on her hands and knees, Princess Amra could be seen with her forehead pressed to the dusty mat. Once adorned with gold and gems, it's now nothing more than a rug after having been picked apart by looters.
You jolt as you hear Princess Amra speak,
I should have known they would've sent you after me, Honey...She says, sorrow and longing in her voice.
Sending my own champion after me... It's the ultimate display of power over my family, is it not?She asks, pausing before rising to her knees.
... I had been keeping in contact with my family... One by one they've been snuffed out...She sniffles, trying her best to hold her emotions back. There's a long pause before she moves to the side,
Could you do me the courtesy of joining me one last time...? I... Would like to believe I deserve that much.You nod solemnly, kneeling next to her. The two of you face the statue of 'Mother Nature', the most powerful spirit in Elvish belief. As the two of you kneel before the statue, you can't help but think of everything she's done for you. She took you, a human orphan, out of the slave market. Everything you are today is because of her. The two of you effectively grew up together, secretly meeting behind her mother's back as you trained with the army to become a champion. As Princess Amra finishes mumbling her prayer, she sighs, looking over at you. Slowly, she extends her wrists to you.
Do as you wish, Honey. Bring me back to the tyrant, slay me... I will not fight back.Despite the despair and hopelessness of the situation, you can see that spark in her eye. She clings to the hope that you'll look past your forced servitude and help her one more time.