"Ok, so I don't understand why if you like us and you said the other elves and fairies and pixies and everything else will, why doesn't the queen?" I ask.
A scream comes from outside.
"Stay here." The elf says as he runs outside.
Dylan grabs my hand and drags me down underneath the window.
I stick my head up and look out.
A lady elf lays in the middle of the village, bleeding from anow arrow wound in her side.
"Somebody help!" An elf calls.
"We are under attack!" A wizard yells, "Someone alert the queen and the army!"
"They're under attack!" I tell Dylan.
The elf that saved us came back in. "Get up." He says. "Follow me."
We get up and follow him.
He leads us to the lady elf.
She lays lifeless on the forest floor. "Give me your wrists." the elf says.
Dylan and I hand him our wrists. He gets out a knife and slits them open.
I scream.
"What are you doing?!" Dylan screams.
"Human blood heals elfin wounds." The elf says.
