You are Lydia Freeleaf, an elf girl living in a small village in the woods. You have short blonde hair, long ears, and blue eyes. You typically wear a white sun dress with flowers in your hair, and a small loincloth underneath, something all Wood Elves wore as a reminder f their tribal heritage. Even though you're more than 100 years old, you're just a kid (you're barely more than 3 feet tall) since Elves age much slower than humans. You live with your loving Mother and Father in a tree house, and your village has been at peace with the neighboring Human Kingdom for centuries.
One day you were playing out in the woods when you heard hundreds of footsteps echoing through the trees. You climbed a tree and gasped, seeing an army of human knights in the distance, marching toward you and the village! You had never seen war or knights before, but your instincts told you this was bad, very bad. Hurriedly, you rushed home to tell someone.
Luckily, the first person you found was Maya Leater, a powerful Spellblade and Captain of the Village Defense Force.
"Maya! Maya!" You shouted.
"Little Lydia, what's wrong?" Maya said.
"There... There are humans coming, ones wearing armor and... and carrying swords!" You stammered.
A concerned look crossed Maya's face.
"Lydia, go home to your parents. I'll gather the Defense Force and see what they want." Maya said.
You ran back home as fast as your little legs could carry you. Your father was out, probably at work, but your mother was tidying up the house. She saw you looking scared and instantly bent down to give you a hug. Mom was a tall,
"Lydia, what's wrong?" Mom asked.
"There are men coming, scary ones with armor and swords." You said.
Mom stroked your hair. She wanted to comfort you, but fear crossed her face as well.
"I'll go find your father." Mom said.
She took you inside the tree and took you down to the basement. Mom then handed you a small silver dagger.
"This is a mythril dagger, Lydia. It's a special weapon that can cut through any armor. It's a weapon passed down from my Father, and his Mother, and her Mother too. Listen, if anyone tries to hurt you, I want you to give 'em a good stabbing, got it?" Mom said.
You were very scared now. You felt like you might cry.
"Mom... please don't leave me alone." You whimpered.
Mom gave you a small kiss.
"Lydia, I'll only be gone for a few minutes. I need you to be strong right now, all right? You can do that for me? I know you're a strong girl" Mom said.
You nodded and took the mythril dagger in your hand.
"I'll be right back, I promise." Mom said.
She rushed upstairs and went to find your father.
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