"Drow. From the depths of the earth, the insidious black Elves who preyed on surface dwellers, of whom they loathed. Sensitive to light and able to see in the dark, the Drow had other abilities... magic abilities...  of which I have none.

Over forty years old, I’m young for an Elf and the last remnant of the  Drow.

My mother named me ‘Felyn’, an eternal reminder of cross-bred  weakness and my pale black skin.
She didn’t want me, nor did her human captors. A child. Innocent. Defenseless. Without a people.   I am alone.  Who am I?"