Orsha

Fantasy world name: "Aria" Location: Adagia(An arid mostly desert continent), 'The Red Wastes'(The vast inland scorching desert interior of Adagia). Memory: (The unrelenting sun hangs high in the sky over the hamlet of tents & pavilions. Several Dark Elves adorned in white robes go about encampment. Making baskets, extracting moisture from dew leaves, one of them sits cross-legged & practices a pan flute while several children run around playing. One Dark Elf seems to stand out. Adorned in the same white robes, yet his abdomen is stained crimson as he clutches his side & limps through the camp, clearly in pain. The others pay him no mind) (Following several paces behind the wounded elf, is a grey cloaked figure. The wounded elf falls, now crawling, still spilling blood from his side. A Dark Elf woman steps out of a nearby tent with her daughter & walks with her child past the wounded elf without a second thought) (Finally the wounded elf gives in & ceases crawling. He rolls onto his back & beholds the grey cloaked figure now standing over him. The wounded elf... Begins to chuckle) Wounded Elf: "Owed to Arajj, no?" (The grey cloaked figure manifests a spectral blade & kneels down next to the man. Pulling back his grey hood, to reveal Dark Elf with a scarred complexion. He smiles an oddly warm smile) Scarred Elf: "May the Queen of Blades enjoy this offering as much as I enjoyed the chase." (Swiftly the scarred elf opens the wounded elf's throat with the ghostly blade, before making a mark in the now deceased elf's blood on his forehead. Life in the camp continues on as normal. Children continue to play, the pan flute music continues to sound. The scarred elf brings up his grey hood once again & walks away, leaving the body in the middle of the camp) (Nearby the same Dark Elf woman stands with her daughter, simply watching the ordeal. After the grey cloaked elf leaves, the mother kneels next to her daughter) Anshara: "Remember Orsha, all must pay a tithe to Arajj."