convert to picture: a beautiful black woman in white hair. shen elf in a leather armor. she holdstaff. a old town in the background.

The scene opens up to reveal a stunning young lady dressed in all white, her long dark locks flowing down her back as she stands atop a rooftop overlooking a bustling metropolis below. She holds a staff in one hand while gazing out into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. The sun sets behind her, casting a warm glow across the cityscape.

As the camera pans around, we see a small village nestled among rolling hills, its buildings made of stone and wood. A group of villagers can be seen working in their fields, their faces turned towards the setting sun. In the center of the village sits a large castle, its turrets reaching high above the surrounding landscape.

Suddenly, there's a flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. The young woman looks up from her contemplation, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. As if drawn by some unseen force, she begins to walk towards the castle, her footsteps echoing through the streets below.

She reaches the entrance to the castle, where two guards stand watch. They look up at her, their expressions changing from curiosity to confusion when they realize who it is. Without hesitation, she walks past them and enters the grand hall beyond.

Inside, the room is filled with people - nobles, soldiers, servants, and more. All turn to face her as she makes her way towards the throne at the far end of the chamber. There, sitting upon it, is a regal figure clad in golden armor.

He rises slowly, his expression grave but curious. "Who are you? " he asks, his voice booming throughout the room.

"And what do you want here? " The young woman takes a step forward, her eyes fixed firmly on him. "I am Shen Elf," she says, her tone strong yet gentle.

"And I have come to claim my birthright.