There was this elven princess, Thirol I think. Anyway, she ne'er wrote a single book because when she reached maturity she was called to lead the defenders of the forest retreat. During the attack she killed a troll in close combat.
Years later her third-oldest daughter, let's call her Clai, was spirited away by a goblin kidnapper as she slept. She vowed to find her daughter no matter the cost and laid siege to every tower she found. A year later she was reunited with her daughter.
Only for her to be snatched away from her mother after such a brief taste of freedom.
She never saw her mother again. Thirol was appointed Queen when the previous ruler was killed by a human raiding party, taking an arrow through the lower body and dying from her injuries. The power of her civilisation was waning and the immortal armies of the elves had been reduced to mere sentinels by the horrors of war. There was no way to find her daughter without losing her civilisation.
And so we move on to the story of Clai, the girl who had only tasted freedom at a young age and was subjected to the dungeons of the goblin towers not once but twice. She was easily turned by the goblins and found her place among the snatchers. She had a quick temper and often killed others because of the slightest insult. Mostly just human converts anyway. This tendency for murder and her proficiency at child snatching earned her many names of the years.
Once, as she gathered with the other snatchers outside the tower, preparing to embark on another daring kidnapping they were charged by a snarling creature, it resembled a man with a bull's head. Clai didn't stand a chance, it was on them before she could pull her axe from it's loop. It swung it's longsword high and cut deep into her left arm, severing it at the shoulder and leaving her to bleed out as her fellows drove it back into the wilds with whip, spear and bolt.
More than a century passed before the Minotaur came face-to-face with Thirol, now the slayer of many a man that would besiege the forest retreat her people called home. It saw the resemblance instantly, the relation unmistakable. It hefted it's longsword high and boasted loudly of it's kill. Describing it in vivid detail even as Thirol readied her ornate, wooden spear, sharpened to a supernatural edge by master craftsmen, and adjusted her beautiful oaken helmet, it's carvings giving it the appearance of animal fur and the horns of a stag.
The fight was long and neither combatant managed to land a blow before the Minotaur was caught off balance and his hand was crushed by an expert blow from the butt of Thirol's spear. As it fell to the ground she whipped the spear around and drove it through the Minotaur's right eye before he could even fall to the ground.
On the Minotaur's unmoving chest, amongst it's trophies, she spied a maple amulet. The amulet she had given Clai. She knelt beside the beast's corpse and wept for her daughter.
Wow, that went on for longer than expected. Guess how much I made up and how much was already awesome.
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