Hraz'Elarion: Dark

Moira couldn't understand it.

How could Selura, a woman she rather admired, be so forgiving of a drow elf, considering the incident.

Several decades ago, a drow raid had set upon a gathering of moon elves, a small clan living in the Moonwood, to the north of the grand city of Silverymoon. Among the elves was Cenariel, brother of Selura, and in an uncommon display of progressive thinking, fiancé to Moira.

There was only one survivor of the raid, a young girl found hiding under the mutilated carcass of her own mother. Seeing her beloved's mutilated remains, Moira had sworn eternal vengeance (in her own limited scope) against any creature capable of such barbarism.

And yet these past years, Selura had taken that Hraz kid under her wing. Maybe only half-drow, but Moira couldn't see anything but darkness in the boy's skin.

Moira just couldn't understand how Selura could actively participate in a relationship with a creature of such foul heritage. Such heritage that stole from them, and from all elvenkind.