[Serena's Mental World]
"Huh, where is this...?" Serena whispered, her voice barely audible as she slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, her breath catching in her throat.
She found herself standing in the center of a large square, surrounded by towering buildings that cast long, ominous shadows under the night sky. Her arms and legs were spread apart and tightly bound with thick iron cuffs, chained to a tall iron pole behind her.
The position left her completely exposed, unable to move, her limbs straining with the weight of her own body.
Her clothes were unfamiliar. Rough, torn, stained with grime and blood, they clung to her like a shroud. Prison garments, tattered and humiliating.
The once-respected figure of the Elf Queen now looked no different than a condemned criminal.
Surrounding her on all sides was a sea of people.
The same elves she had grown up among, the same ones she was meant to rule and protect.
