The Dark Elf had known Helyena for as long as he had known pain, she was the only
person he met, that had known more….
It was a lifetime ago, she knelt next to him in that mudpuddle some street thugs had
been beaten into. Well, a human lifetime that is. That day her hair was fashioned into
a single braid. She was wearing a plain blue dress that was patched, and clean to
specification of the clergy at the orphanage. She knelt, not fearing the lashing she
would receive for the soiling of her skirt. When she asked if he was alright, he didn’t
know how to respond, for nobody dared to befriend a Drow, let alone talk to one! His
street knowledge told him it must be a trick, just more lies, another hustle, some way
to cheat him. However, when he looked up, and tried to comprehend the moment in
his bloody haze, he saw her eyes for the first time. They were so genuine with concern,
a heartfelt sorrow.
He had never seen anything like it, or as beautiful. They sparkled
like Blue Diamonds from the deepest of Dwarven mines. It seems ironic, that eyes
could truly be considered an amazing site to see. From that day he longed to see them
whenever his survival instincts drew him into the city district of the orphanage. Hiding
in the shadows, cloaked he would hope to spot them from a distance. Occasionally he
got lucky, she would be out running errands for the nuns. Fetching water, a loaf of
bread in the market. Years went by and she aged as a human do, but her eyes, only
seemed to grow in beauty.
Helyena grew into a beautiful young woman, and every man in the capital city agreed
on her beauty, and kindness. It was no surprise when she got to age to earn her keep
that she was offered a prize job. A distinguished job as a nursemaid with the Royal
Apothecary in the palace. The Palace! An Orphan! It was obvious why she was hand
picked by the old degenerate, but her integrity was well known.
Any rumors would have been merely laughed at by any jealous bar patron trying to spread a false narrative, it might even have landed you and nasty beating for insulting her honor! She was well liked. It didn’t stop the depraved advances of the old pervs at the hospital though. For Royal appointees in this city were protected like the Royal’s themselves, the city guards were bribed to ensure it. Day after day she went about her work warding of their advances, playful at first. After a time, the Drow spotted her returning home, with those beautiful eyes cast down. With the long ago memory in his mind, he finally acted.