Garion was a newly enlisted cadet in the military. It was a time of peace, for the fall of humanity correlated with the fall of war. Thus, the risk of being killed in combat was little to none. Although it was certainly hard work and challenging, he enjoyed working in the military and bonded well with his comrades. He was stationed on a ship with thirty other elves as part of a routine patrol of the seas. As a young recruit, he was given the onerous task of being a cook. Still, he made the most of the opportunity.
As dinner time approached, Garion found himself alone in the kitchen of the ship, preparing the evening's meal. He was chopping vegetables, which consisted of an assortment of potatoes, onions, and carrots. Gradually, the vegetables were added to the large boiling caldron that would be the evening's main course. Once he had a sufficient supply of vegetables, all that remained was to add the meat.
Garion entered the small supply room attached to the kitchen. In the midst of shelves filled with boxes was a shelf of cages. Tiny, inconsequential squeaks emanated from the cages. There were hundreds of humans, all crammed into tiny metal cages. Ignoring the pathetic squeaks, the full-sized elf carried a few cages out to the kitchen. Most elves preferred a meatier stew, so he always delivered to his crewmates by adding as many humans as he could.
Garion prepared a medium-sized bowl of cold water before opening the top of one of the cages. The tiny squeaks grew louder as he tipped the cage over the bowl, sending them all splashing into the water. Cage by cage, he added more and more humans. Their pale naked bodies piled on top of each other in a huge mass as they struggled to stay afloat.
When all the humans were added, Garion pressed his giant elven fingers into the bowl. As if they were ordinary kitchen ingredients, he rinsed the lump of bodies thoroughly, making sure to remove all dirt and grime. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the sides of the bowl and dumped it over a colander. The water seeped through the bottom, leaving the mass of bodies behind. Many humans, both males and females who appeared to be young, were crying. Some had already drowned, while others had broken limbs as a result of Garion's rough handling. He shook the colander to make sure that all of the water was out before he added it to the large, boiling cauldron. The tiny squeaks finally fell silent as the mass of humanity burned alive.
Later, as a cook, Garion's job was to pour everyone's food. When it was time for dinner, his crewmates gradually formed an orderly line. As they took turns in line, Garion poured a bowl for everyone while they idled and chatted. Eventually, a familiar face appeared. It was Tabitha, a twenty-year-old red-haired elf. Garion certainly found her pretty, and she seemed interested in him, as she always tried to strike up a conversation whenever they met.
"Hey Garion! What's on the menu today?" Tabitha asked with a smile as she held out her bowl.
"Oh just my homemade human stew." Garion chuckled as he poured a few spoonfuls of the stew into her bowl. Among the assorted vegetables was an occasional human body.
"Mmmm, my favorite." Tabitha replied, smelling the appetizing aroma before her. "Keep up the good work."
Garion continued to pour food for the others until everyone was served. Finally, it was time for him to eat. All those hours spent cooking made him hungry, and he wasted no time digging in. All around the room, elves were pigging out on their human-centered meal. The poor creatures who once ruled the land were now in the bellies of their new superiors.
Once everyone was full and went to their respective rooms to sleep, Garion cleaned up before going to bed.
The next morning, the ship lands at a port and...