Darkness. That's all she knew, was darkness.
How long has she been entombed, asleep?
Her mind, plagued with her final memories.
She was once part of the high class of the drowish elves. The superior race, that even the mortal humans and gods alike have feared. She had been a high rank, a handmaiden to the crown and guard commander.
During a time of her ventures when she was young, she traveled through the mortal realm, where she was captured by a man, yet he wasn't a man. He seemed human, but his aura had a sense of an immortal. Belasco Bloodstone, she had learned quickly wasn't one to fool with. He had her bound to him as his guard, by placing an intricate bracelet upon her with her own language, binding her to him through a blood spell. He taught her ways of the humans, even casting a spell upon her dark flesh to make her appear human to other mortals’ eyes, who sees her.
She learned more of the dark arts from him, even though her race is familiar with such. She also has killed several of his enemies silently through time, even without his notice but she knew that he has approved such by showing her small acts of affection.
In time, though as she serves between him and the court of her race, she begins to show her own affections. A taboo among her people that is highly frowned upon. Especially for a high elf like herself. She was expected to continue her duties to guard and protect the new queen, her sister at the time.
What gave her away was that she had overheard the high council speaking about going after Belasco to capture and drain his essence and use it for their own gain and to imprison his corpse into the void. She went to warn him, but by then he was already gone except for an ancient tome, one of his last works that speak about her in ways that she never thought he had felt for her as she felt for him.
Her people were there waiting for her as she left his lair. They took her into custody and tried her for treason for breaking their greatest taboo. To never fall for anyone outside of their race. Instead of the customary of banishment into the void, they bound her to entombment for all time. Removing the bracelet from her and placed it upon the tome that she was holding when taken into custody; many of the scholars, who wish to study the items, were shocked as it melted and sealed the book. They tried to undo what happened but to no anvil. They demanded her to explain, but she had no answer, for she has no idea what has happened. As part of the entombment, she was wrapped with the linen of her people, that would seal her powers putting her into a deep isolated sleep. Only to be trapped within her mind.
She refused to answer any and all questions, as to why she broke the taboo of their people. Instead, she took her punishment with the last of her dignity and pride. Soon, they placed her inside the carved case and sealing it, and placed it deep within a cave that only a few would know. Once, all was in place, she felt the darkness falling upon her, placing her into a deep sleep.
Time passed, days, months, years, then decades.
She lost count as she was trapped within her mind in the deep sleep.
But, she felt a stirring. She heard her name from afar. It was a whisper calling to her. She could feel and also hear the song of the bracelet and tome calling to her. Summoning her to waken.
Could it be Belasco has returned? Was he seeking her?
But, the one speaking to her wasn't Belasco. Who is summoning her and why?
“Wake up, Songbird, is time to resume your duties. For that is a mortal language that your name is. But in your native tongue is Pardana, that is your name. You are free, come to me.”
She felt the linen melting away and her strength slowly restoring to her as she collapses from her imprisonment. Gasping, she tries to focus on her surroundings, then on the man in front of her. Dark eyes blink as she looks upon him her mind still dazed.
*Who are you and why have you freed me?* she asked through dried lips.
