A soft giggling chased my ears as I trudged through the forest. The many trees towered over me and the small dirt path. The underbrush shined my black boots, the obnoxious laughter still present.
"Stupid Nymphs!" I grumbled, as they continued to mock my plight through their woods. "Always in everyone's business!"
A few tears slipped down my face, before I harshly rubbed them away. I stumbled over a snapped twig, and cursed in my head. Stupid Nymphs. They never left me alone.
For as long as I could remember, Nymphs followed me, laughed at me, and even threw things in my path. They hated me, and I absolutely despised them.
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Stupid Nymphs
FantasyElliot Frances has always had terrible luck with any form of magic. Be it nymphs, spells, or even mana. He'd always been sick of it, so many found themselves useless without the magic they lorded over him, but he wasn't going to mess with it. He had...
