In the wheat fields there stood a woman, a nymph. She was tall and her hair seemed to be wheat sticking up and out in many directions. She held her hand out gracefully for a near by butterfly and sat in the tall grass.
On the hill in the distance lay a boy, a seadweller. On his head, where his hair should be, were fins. They were long and laid firmly on his shoulders and stretched to his chest. He held a sniper rifle and looked through the scope at the nymph. He breathed heavily and started to shake.
The nymph looked around, feeling very uneasy. The boy's eyes widened as she stared directly at him, then looked away.
He put the gun down, he couldn't kill such a the that has nothing to do with this war. He stood up and ran over.
He ran to her, "help! Please, they are after me" he said trying to make a diversion. "Hm? Who child, who is after you?" She asked turning to him, "the landwalkers, they're after me because of this war. I need to hide! Please help!" She stared at him for a second but then gave him a warm smile. "Of course, this way" she motioned him to follow her and he did so.
"By chance, might I learn your name?" She said leading him to a shack made of wheat. "It's Richard, you?" "My names aliseed".
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