Lymara

A Path of Corruption
Hello everyone, this is my lore on Lymara's path of corruption from Elven to Dark Elven and how it became bent and twisted and forced her into becoming the Banshee Queen. Feedback is most welcome, I am sorry for any mistakes, I will most likely edit the posts to touch them up a little. I hope you enjoy.

Lymara ran quick through the forests, panting and gasping for air as she grew tired but there was no time for rest. She heard the sharp whistle of an arrow being fired, she quickly looked behind her while running but as she did the arrow narrowly grazed her cheek, she let out a sharp yelp in pain and shock as she spun around and began to run blindly hoping for a safe haven. As she ran and ran, hearing the russling of bushes as her enemies stalked her, she occasionally turned to fire a barrage of arrows, attempting to slow her persuers but to no avail. Lymara could see a settlement in the distance, her eyes struggling to see with her lack of energy, she stopped stupidly for a moment to focus her vision, forgetting about the current situation. A second arrow screamed through the air, Lymara's eyes widened at the noise and began to run but she was not quick enough, the arrow pierced her shoulder forcing her to scream in agony as the arrow drove through her, bringing her to her knees but Lymara knew if she did not escape, she would die. She scampered to her feet, unsteadily and sprinted for the settlement. Her vision was darkening, she was losing too much blood, blood that formed a trail, leading her enemies directly to her. She sprinted through a few bushes ahead of her and suddenly lost her footing as she fell from a ledge overlooking the settlement. She let out a short gasp in surprise as her next step missed land and threw her through the air, she crashed into a stone courtyard several feet below her. Seconds from passing out, she heard a voice call out.

"Damn!, fall back men.", luckily she had made it to safe territory.

Strangers crowded around Lymara quickly, observing her wounds and condition, she was barely conscious, she could hear the muttering of the people around her but struggled to make sense of it until then, she her a loud, clear and strong voice.

"Step aside, let me see her." A few people shifted to the side to let the tall, Elven man through, he began to inspect Lymara's injuries carefully.

"Poor girl..Severe.. But she will live." The man then pulled her hood back slightly and held his hand to her ears. "She is Elven.." he mumbled.

The man then took Lymara's arm and put it around his neck, as he put his arm under her legs and lifted her slowly. He called out to another Elf nearby

"You, prepare our healing circle, I shall be there in a moment."

The Elf hurried quickly through a gateway and disappeared, as the man holding Lymara followed.