Elvenia (a Henry Stickmin one-shot)

Over 5000 words of I don't even know-

Sven walked around the small forest by his home. His parents didn't like him going in at night so he always went in the morning when the sun was just rising.

It had become a tradition for Sven to go every morning. Despite hating the twigs and mud he always found the walks worth it in the end.

As Sven got dressed he brushed his hair and put on a white long sleeved shirt and blue jeans before running down stairs.

"Morning Papa! Morning Far!" Sven greeted, grabbing a blueberry muffin from the table before running over to his Papa and leaving a (platonic) kiss on their cheek.

Sven ran to the door as he heard his Papa giggle and told him to be safe, only to be out for an hour, the usual.

Sven swung the door open and took a breath of fresh air as he closed the door behind him.

Grabbing an empty bag with his name on it accompanied by little sharks, Sven dashed into the forest.

As soon as Sven had entered the forest he was on the lookout for any kind of gems or rocks that would be good enough to sell.

He and his parents were merchants though they normally sell stuff in the local farmers market every Wednesday.

Sven wasn't sure why he and his parents had moved to a small life. But that was alright. After being here for so long he'd gotten used to the small life. And his parents were less stressed and were more happy so that was a plus.

Every now and again Sven would find some small little orange and yellow or black and blue gems which he put in his bag.

Though for the most part Sven had found many rocks that if you had broken open you would have seen millions of little gems inside.

Thanks to his Papa, king of jewels and gems Sven would say, taught Sven how to pick out those kinds of rocks.

Other rocks Sven had found were of pretty colors and patterns.

Sven set all the rocks on his bag as he continued to wonder.

He gazed upon the forest flowers and mushroom circles with wonder and awe.

According to any and all elders Sven had talked to at the farmers market these flowers were made by fairies and were to never be picked.

They had told Sven if he picked these wonderful flowers without the permission of the fairies who grew them, the flower would wrap you up in its vines and it would use you as its host until you died.

But if you had asked before picking the wounderest flowers they would heal any wound or illness you or a loved one had.

While the fairy rings, or mushroom circles, we're a sign fairies lived or had lived here. They had told Sven never to step on one or else he'd fall through and never be seen again.

So like any naive child who believed in such tails he avoided going near the beautiful flowers and strange fairy circles.

As he walked he heard the soft flutter of wings that he had assumed must have belonged to a beautiful butterfly.

Out of curiosity he listened and tried to find where the sound had come from.

A small light glowed from behind a few leaves, grabbing Sven's immediate attention.

Sven took a closer look before gently moving the leaf to get a better look.

Sven's eyes widened as a small fairy noticed him and jumped. It made a frightened squeak before it tried to fly.

But when it did they only stayed in there for a short moment. Then they started to fall.

Sven cupped his hands and caught the small fairy.