It had started out like any other day for the young high elf. He was simply on his way to the local park to relax and draw. He felt dark aura in the area, but he shrugged it off as some kids making trouble. He found a big shade tree to sit under and draw the different animals that came up to him. As he drew, the dark aura continued to get stronger. It took him a few moments to notice a person sitting behind him. Aithlin turned to confront the person but was instead met with a needle to the neck. The person pressed the red liquid into Aithlin’s neck, causing him to lose control over his body. He glared at the person behind him before he slumped over.

Aithlin woke up slowly on a metal bed. He groaned and winced in pain as he tried to sit up. He turned around and drew in a sharp breath when his warm brown eyes landed on a pair of wings. The were red and white with accents of black. The top part of the wings had red and white stripes with black dots in the white stripes. The bottom of the wings had a white and red ombre with thin black stripes on the outside of the wings. The wings themselves we’re big, twice as long as the high elves arm span. Aithlin carefully stood up and tried moving the wings. They were heavy and seemed wet. Aithlin ran his hands through his dusty blond hair, starting to become panicked. While being distracted by the wings, he couldn’t remember what had happened or where he was. The only thing he could remember was that he was drawing in a park. The rest was fuzzy. A woman’s voice came over the intercom that was just outside his small cell.

“It’s food time. Follow the guards to the cafeteria.” She said with a tinge of insanity in her voice.

Aithlin door swung open into a brightly lit room. He blinked to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light. A young woman in a dirty white outfit stood in front of the door. She held up what looked to be a helmet, but it was far too big to go on his head.

“Turn around.” She said simply.

Aithlin nodded a little and turned around slowly. The woman bunched up his wings and forcefully shoved them into the helmet. It took every bone in his bone not to shout in pain. He tried moving away from the woman, only to be pinned against the wall. The woman tightened the strap on the helmet and stepped back.

“Follow me to the cafeteria.”