Inside the cave, a young elf sat on the edge of the stone wall and eat the dry piece of black bread in her hand slowly. When her mother was taken away that year, she was left alone to fend for herself. The elves claim to be a pure and untainted existence but when she had to feed on the bitter bark and gnaw on a few pieces of grass just to be able to live a day longer, she realized the elves were just a delusional bunch.
She swallowed the black bread piece by piece as if savoring the most delicious delicacy, her throat burned painfully and she could feel the cracks in her splitting tainting the dry wheat in her mouth with rusty blood but she refused to spit it out.
Knowing she couldn't see the sky from here she still stared up at the ceiling, as if she could penetrate the sky and see her mother's gentle face staring down at her with love.
