You had always been warned away from the forest that sat so closely to your town. There were creatures in that forest, giant spiders that would snatch you up before you ever got the chance to scream, and even orcs lurked on the outer fringes from time to time. It was the elves however, that people were truly wary of.Â
The spiders and orcs would kill you, yes, but the elves would lock you up and let you wither away in the darkness of their dungeons. That was what the people would say at least.
Despite the tales of cold hearted kings and ruthless guards, you couldnât help but be fascinated by them, the mention of them never failing to bring your curiosity to life. Unfortunately, despite living in a town that all but pressed up against the elves territory, you had never actually seen one. Very few in your town had, and their tales were very rarely pretty.
Somehow, it had never occurred to you that you might meet one yourself.
You knew you werenât meant to be out and about all by yourself, especially so far from town, but listening to the trickling river, and seeing the beautiful trees in full bloom, you couldnât help but long for privacy. Even if just for a while.
You loved to sing, always had, but unfortunately it was never looked too kindly upon by anyone in town, your âchildishâ antics considered nothing more than an irritation, something that needed to be stamped out of you. As such, you would often sneak away, finding little moments of peace where you could sing and dance as though you had no other burdens.
Lately you had taken to following the river along the edge of the forest, having found a beautiful little spot where you could sing and dance as you pleased, without the risk of anyone in town hearing or seeing you. The river was quite shallow here, and after crossing it, you had found a lovely little clearing where the forest didnât press so closely to the river. It was there, that you loved to set yourself free, knowing it was as close as you could ever come to being in the forest, without actually stepping into their territory.
You had been so lost in your happy song, having broken off into laughter part way as you spun around childishly, that you never heard the orcs approach. When you finally did, you were too dizzy from your playful antics to actually flee, stumbling back with a cry of shock as you tripped over your own feet.
Vulgar words had spilled from the orcs lips as it smirked at you, stalking towards you as it pulled a blade free from its belt. Before it could reach you, a muted swish of fabric sounded, before a gleaming blade suddenly cut the creature in two, the blade all but singing as it parted flesh and bone with ease.
Trembling in shock, you stared at the still twitching corpse, covering your mouth and retching slightly at the sight. There was the sound of a blade being returned to its sheath, before your saviour approached you, footsteps practically silent, though you noticed none of these things, still frozen in shock and horror.Â
You startled as you were suddenly moved, letting out a soft sound of panic, until you realised it was the one that saved you. It was only as they very purposely blocked your view of the dead body with their own, that you finally managed to look away, shakily peering up at the face of your rescuer as you blinked through the terrified tears.
To your shock, you found an elf staring back at you, lips pulled tight with a rage that you quickly realised had nothing to do with you, not when their eyes held so much genuine concern.
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