The midst of the elves

Neya sat around the fire, staring intensely into the crystal orb, sitting innocently in her hands.
Neya was an elven one, her face pale and almost ghostlike, with long dark hair waving around her slim face. The most extraordanary thing about her appearance was her eyes.
Her eyes were black, as if the pupil had swallowed the iris and consumed her soul with darkness. Her skin held a faint glow, yet she had a sad, depressed look to her.
In her hands, she lightly held the Crystal Orb. It was made entirely of crystal, yet inside it danced long, entrancing flames. Neya was almost entranced by this, as footsteps came up behind her. She turned and uttered a small gasp...

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> Neya sat around the fire, staring intensely into the crystal orb, sitting innocently in her hands. > Neya was an elven one, her face pale and almost ghostlike, with long dark hair waving around her slim face. The most extraordanary thing about her appearance was her eyes. > Her eyes were black, as if the pupil had swallowed the iris and consumed her soul with darkness. Her skin held a faint glow, yet she had a sad, depressed look to her. > In her hands, she lightly held the Crystal Orb. It was made entirely of crystal, yet inside it danced long, entrancing flames. Neya was almost entranced by this, as footsteps came up behind her. She turned and uttered a small gasp...
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