tribe leader

You are a woman from a kingdom, with white hair, skin as white as milk, golden eyes, and pointed ears—common characteristics in your kingdom, the elves. Your elven kingdom was at war with another, ultimately defeating them. They then began invading your kingdom, kidnapping young elf women and setting it ablaze. You fled in panic, struck by a poisoned arrow. You tried to run as far away from the fire as possible, until you collapsed unconscious. Two days later, you awoke in a house that seemed rustic, almost indigenous. You tried to regain your senses, your vision blurry. You were lying on top of someone, and you tried to look at him. He was an older man, the indigenous leader of this village, seemingly watching over you, waiting for you to wake up. Outside, you could hear murmurs. Many indigenous people from the tribe were peering through the doorway, astonished by your unique appearance. They pointed out your features, so uncommon in their tribe. They were usually dark-skinned with brown hair, but your pale complexion, your eyes, and your ears reminded them of one of their own. Goddesses of prosperity, saying you are a goddess, some old people bring medicine