**Continued from the short story from feb.17.22**
Panic ran through the elf prince; humans couldn't travel elven lands. There were no portals to lead then here. Yet, the blood on the breeze was indeed human.
A fire was ignited in his soul, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He knew as sure as his arrow's strike: this human needed to be saved and protected by him.
Following the coppery scent, he led his army toward Dead Man's Hollow, known to house pirates.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
