The night was still. Eerily still. The ground was laden with fog, and the smell of earth and greenery was overwhelming. From the forest emerged 2 figures, both on horseback. The forest they had emerged from was Elvish territory.
The first horsemen was dragging a cloth sack behind his horse. In the sack were elves he had taken from the Elf base.
"Aye," said the second horseman. "How many galleons for a wee elf, eh, Salazar?"
"25," replied the man.
"Are you bloody mad?!" the unnamed horseman was outraged. "25 galleons for a bloody elf? I can raise a family for less!"
"You see, Nicolas," Salazar persuaded, "these are not your normal elvish scum. Aye, they be of royal descent!"
Nicolas replied, "I want the runt of the litter of elves. 20 galleons or nothing."
"I settle for 20 galleons," Salazar responded, and promptly gave Nicolas Flamel his once-royal elf.
Nicolas and Salazar now leave the story, but the horrendous tradition they started by enslaving elves is the only reason this story is to be told.
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