Prologue
Some people say that elves are a gentle race that loves peace,
but I don't believe it.
“Well, what should we do with this little brat?”
The tall elf women looked down at me, each tossing out a comment one by one.
I wanted to do something, but with my body bound tightly, it was impossible.
“Hey, you.”
One of the elves lowered her body and brushed my hair.
A voice whispered in my ear.
“What about you, sister?”
Well, I don't know what she means, but I know something big has happened.
...How can I escape?
The only things I'm certain of are two.
I had been kidnapped by the nomadic elves of the prairie,
and soon,
their Khan would arrive here.