Hundreds of miles below the surface, the world is nothing but darkness. A deeper black than any surface dweller could possibly imagine. Sounds seem to echo from a million sources, bouncing off the stone walls and echoing back over themselves.In the darkness of one large cavern, a faint white glow begins to pulse, no larger than the size of a coin. Its pulsing grows slowly in size and intensifies. Soon, the white is joined by licks of blue, purple, and yellow. An orb of flickering flame-like lights hovers in the air, about the size of an oil jar. It's light illuminates stalagmites and stalactites all throughout the cavern. It also reveals an ebony hand just inches below it, as if holding it up, and the form of an elegant dark elf. A soft, almost sinister smile tugs up the corners of her full lips as she watches the magic dance just above her palm. Her red eyes take on a mischievious glint...***This is my newest drawing. I've recently begun working with black paper and I'm loving it! This is entirely done in colored pencil from start to finish. She does not have a name, so if you feel inclined to offer a few Drowess sounding names, feel free!