Hairy Tale

After the Great War, the Gods separated the drows, dark elves, from the elves but the practically unknown not-so-dark elves have existed and thrived in their own little community. Take note, however, that these elves being dark but not quite as dark as the dark elves are a result of their love for sunbathing and has nothing to do with their sun-fearing subterranean excommunicated relatives. Anyways, born of nobility within the tiny forest kingdom, Princess Shala was imprisoned in a dark tower when an army of evil beings led by a random witch razed their kingdom overnight. Why was she the only one imprisoned while everyone else was slain? Nobody knows and nobody cares to find out either. Though the tower was dark, it came with a huge window and a surprisingly great view of Serin. Best of all, the incredibly picturesque view was unobstructed by pesky little things like metal grills or nets at all! Shala spent many years in captivity where only the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities, were delivered to her periodically, all by her lonely self for she had nobody. Some time around the 10th anniversary of her capture, a knight in shining armor appeared below the tower where she was and called out to her, intending to rescue her. "Rappleza, Rappleza, let your hair down!" He shouted. "But I am not Rappleza! You must have gotten the wrong address!" Protested the princess. It was at this moment that the knight in shining armor knew he fucked up. Between the bright shiny armor that stood out against the dark tower and their loud, incessant shoutings, it was hard to tell which was the reason the sentry was able to pinpoint the intruder so accurately. So accurately in fact, the knight took an arrow to his heel and promptly crumbled into a weeping mess. "Shut up! Some people are trying to sleep here!" Exclaimed the disgruntled and overworked sentry. Seeing what a doofus her would-have-been rescuer was, Shala decided to take matters into her own hands, I mean, hair. Finding new inspiration from the knight's words, Shala used her looooong, looooong hair to rappel down the tower, through the unguarded window. At the base of the tower, the knight gave all his armor and stuff to our brave heroine who managed to escape the tower as a reward for her bravery. "I tried so, so very hard but only got so far... But in the end, it doesn't matter, does it? It's dangerous to go alone, take these!... For I no longer need them" the knight told her, with labored breaths. With those last words, the knight died dramatically with his tongue sticking out and peace was finally returned... To the sentry who could go back to sleeping. Finally free of so many years in captivity, Shala took the knight's horse and rode into the sunset...