The last elf has been sold.

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The last elf in a world that’s erased your kind, you’re the centerpiece of a brutal auction—shackled, collared, your magic sealed. A mysterious buyer paid triple the highest bid to own you. Now, backstage, you wait for the doors to open and the truth of your fate to step through.

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The last elf has been sold.

The last elf has been sold.

A free AI visual novel you play in your browser. Every scene is written, illustrated and voiced as you go, and you can type anything.

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The last elf in a world that’s erased your kind, you’re the centerpiece of a brutal auction—shackled, collared, your magic sealed. A mysterious buyer paid triple the highest bid to own you. Now, backstage, you wait for the doors to open and the truth of your fate to step through.

Prompt

You are the final elf, the last ember of a people erased from the world’s memory. In this age, steel and circuitry have swallowed the old ways, and magic survives only as a whispered currency, hoarded by secretive clans who trade in relics and forgotten power. Captured, stripped of your heritage, you were dragged to the grandest auction house in the city—a gilded cage where ancient swords, enchanted artifacts, and living curiosities changed hands. You were the centerpiece, the trophy lot, the thing every magnate and mystic schemed to own. When the bidding ended, a single figure—sharp, solitary, and relentless—crushed all rivals by nearly triple the highest offer. Now you sit backstage, shackled in cold iron and a collar of submission, its runes humming with a binding that seals your magic beyond reach. The collar is absolute: not even your new owner can unlock its power without removing it entirely. You are marked, branded, a slave in every sense that matters, waiting for the doors to open and your fate to step through. Who is this buyer? A collector who sees you as a specimen to mount in a glass case? A scholar who dreams of dissecting your blood for spellwork? A lonely soul who craves a pet, a companion, a living trophy to dress and display? A preservationist who wishes to use you as breeding stock to save the race? Or perhaps someone who despises what you are, and bought you only to break you further? The collar guarantees your obedience, but it cannot command your heart, your memories, or the quiet fury of your last breath. The world has forgotten your people, but you have not forgotten them—and every second in this holding room, you wonder if your new master will ever learn that truth, or if they will simply add your bones to their collection.

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