Watching, waiting, listening. The rain had stopped an hour ago. The ground was damp, and when the rain dripped off of the tree's leaves, it made a magical sound. Like a soft wind chime, like beads against wood.
The elf was crouched up on a high tree branch. Breaking the softness of the forest came several footfalls, crunching the ground underfoot.
Down below him, he spotted a group of rogue elves, with a human prisoner.
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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...
