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An elvens tale, chapter one

Millie: elven, and somehow get lost in the forrst that her tribe has been taught to stay away from. Fightimg through the branches for what feels like years, the small creature funaly finds a water source, a lake so calm she can see her own reflection, and the shadows dancing behind her.

As the priestess submerged her face below the icy portal infront of her, she could feel her features freezing and the mud thats been caked apon it dissapearing bit by bit, until our damsel is back to her natural mint skin tone.

Our princess thought nothing of this for much like our own country, her land was much prone to the white candyfloss that adorns the sky, smothering our veiw of tge sun, keeping it to itself. And she very much knows that it will blow away eventually, so she continues fixing her crown, all whilst humming a simple folk song, and she was at peace until she noticed her reflection, and tbe beings silohette cloacked over her own

As she sits a front the shore, fixing the crown bestown upon her locks, she pays more attention to the shadows of the vines in her myst. Watching the paterns move upon the lush grass much like stained glass beneath the suns Etherley gase.

Until it... stopped. Another step the stranger took. A step back millie took was a deep mistake she would regret instantly, for the feeling of the cold hitting her legs allerted her to the surroundings.

"Whose there," she called out again, this time much more frantically, her worry being set by the tremor in her voice. "i-i-im not afraid of you! Show yourself!". The hooded figure steped out of the shadows a bit more, so millie could finaly see there body. To the naive princess, they seemed like some sort of tall, mysterious being out of one of her grandmothers stories. This other being was dressed in a beige cloak that covered most aspects of there being, letting a lot be up to her imagination. A crossbow was slung along the strangers back, somehow making them have a persona of danger, but a beaitifull danger. A danger that was longed for in the mistd of her safe tribe, although she'd never admit it. This game was kept on playing, until our damsel was knee deep with water. "please, just show yourself" she begged for the last time "im not going to hurt you. " With that the creature stopoed, cocked its head, and simply looked at her.

Now, she was already confused, why would someone be wearing a cloak in the amajiki reagon? They were known for being the most open minded and gentle of our elven, and their appearances shown so with lush hair and skin in every pleasant shade of green to grace this planet, soft round faces and large colored eyes that could perswade anyone to do just about anything. And what she could already see of her stalker was hair the color of the moon at its peak in the sky, skin as blue as the legendary passion flower, and elongated nails, which could be easily mistaken for a well groomed pair of claws. She was startled, as you would be if you caught someone in the forrest you were forbiden to go. Rushing to the edge of the lake, millie called out, "whose there?" into the fernary, and a hooded figure stepped out. And don't you know by now in theise stories they always choose heart? "prommise?" it asked in a supprisingly high pitched voice, seemingly debating the options they had. Number one is to show themselves , and let this beautifull being see who they really were. Number two was to run, run as far as they can, run as deep into the forrest as possible. Now, our beings brain was screaming at them to flee, she'd hurt them, but there heart was wanting to stay. So, with one last push forward, our stubborn elf unwillingly came closer to our damsel, seemingly being hypnotised by her eyes. At this moment, both elven were standing in the lake, one being merly anckle deep, whilst the other being up to her waist. And for some reason, she liked it. The being gripped there hood with three fingers, debating for a moment wither they should do this or not. The whole outer cloak was removed from the elven, and simply lashed in the lakeside behind her, leaving them in only there underclither, which consisted of some brown form-fitting pants and a short white shirt, a dagger hanging from each of her hips. But this wasnt what intrigued millie, no, it was her face. So, with one pull they revealed themselves. In millies opinion she was very pretty, albeit a few inches taller than herself, but she was different. Her ears, much pointier than millies own, emerged from within her mass of hair, piercings embedded within each. Two eyes the coulor of molten silver stared back at her, framed by the thjck locks surroundimg her face, which were a color only the moon could dream of. Engraved in a color similar to her eyes, runes were drawn around her face in a seemingly endless and unpredictable pattern, but she didnt wear them shamefully like scars, no, she wore them with pride like a badge on an oficers chest. Looking up at this being, millie soon reilised there was no means of escape afyer trying every manoever she was ever taught, and it just left her soaking wet and cold. She tried to just sidestep and run, tripped over some sort of rock that plauged the lake bed. Tried tacking, but odviously her apponent was multiple times stronger and taller than herself, so it was inevitably a failed attempt. The next step was to try and run the other way, but she couldn't, due to the abyss within her vision. So there was one final option she hadn't tried, and one tgat she doesn't want to, But tough times call for tough decisions. She'd have to swim it, but somehow without the maden spotting her doing so. Her name was still unknown, but that didn't matter now. After all, they'd never have to meet again. As the elder girl turned her back, the greenette pushed against the water. Seemingly still, the liquid felt like wights pooling around her limbs, with wispers to try and perswade her to stop and rest, but she knows if this happens, she will drown for sure. She pushed, hopefully traveling south towards her colony, but her vision was obstructed by the minor disturbance she had caused. All that she knew is that if she didn't get to the shore quickly, it would be the end of her days. Taking a risk, she decided to look above the surface to check how much distance was trecked, we had to only be a few metres from the pathway to home now.

But when she looked up, she was not. When millie looked up she was geeted with the smug face of her captor, and it'd seemed shed move closer to her captor then before her struggle began.

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