Elven

Ellis has a knack for getting into trouble-- a knack that soon lands her in Pyrnna, where her reality is flipped upside down and she learns family secrets that were never meant to be told--secrets that connect her by blood to one of the most prestigious races in the universe, secrets that mean she may never return to her previous way of life...whether that is a good or bad thing remains to be seen. And even battles with sorceresses, the death of her loved ones, and a crippling disorder won't prepare her for one simple fact...

that her best friend is a (socially awkward) elf.

Oh, this should be fun.

~EXCERPT~

"This is very odd..." He murmured, inspecting my precarious position. "What part?" I responded. "The fact that my leg's stuck in a door, or that I haven't gone insane from not being able to move yet?"

"It's just that...you should not have even been able to come this far through the door."

"I'm sorry, are you saying you jumped through that door and made me follow you even though you knew--or thought you knew--that I wouldn't have been able to go after you?!"

"Technically, I never made you follow me. That was your choice."

"I can't wait to get my leg out of this door so I can kick you right where it hurts."

"You know, you're quite aggressive."

"You're not the first person who's said that."

"Somehow I didn't think I was."

By the time this interchange was over he had freed my leg using some sort of witchcraft, so I delivered on my promise and he bent over and groaned, clutching his spot and grimacing with pain.