Ro stood next to her father, watching him greet the younger Mercadirs. One day I will be just like them, she swore.

They all walked into a large theatre-like room, to watch something called "The Games". Ro snuck in.

Cadfel, an older Mercadir, caught her. He held her from the scruff, and Dimitar punched him. "That's my daughter, and your future queen, you imbecile."

Dimitar surveyed Ro silently. "Are you ready to see something beautiful?"

Ro nodded, and took a seat next to her father. She watched as the projectors flickered on, and humans in masks and cloaks fought. "Why are the humans fighting?" , she asked.

"These aren't humans. These are elves. Funny how the guilt disappears when you take the innocence from them young." he had said, smiling cruelly.

One elf stood out from the rest. She was sneaky, fast, and put on a show. Her mask never left her face. Her name was Wolf.