An Unexpected Love

It was midday, the bright sunlight slanted through the gigantic trees onto the forest floor. One tree in particular has an importance to this tale. This thick, oakwood tree inhabited an elf, who feared nothing, and loved danger. She had hair longer than a horses, wavy, and dark brown. She had brown wood colored eyes, the same color as the tree she lived in. The tree she lived in was the oldest was the oldest tree in the vast forest lands of Deephaven. Deephaven was the largest forest in any part of these lands. Mollruniel had lived in these forests for as long as she could remember. She knew these lands like the back of her hand. So, when she curious as to what was outside the borders of Deephaven, she decided to head to the North, towards the White Stream. But, away from her home Mollruniel knew it would be risky, but she had no fear, and wanted the taste of adventure, and freedom. No, her home had never been a prison, it was just holding her back from the rest of the world. She had already made the choice of leaving the place she's always known, and set out for an adventure that changed her life forever.

As midday grew to an end, Mollruniel made way to the North. The trail she was on was a narrow and rugged terrain. Pebbles and rocks were scattered across the path causing her feet to occasionally trip over the rubbles. As she passed through the trees the sky darkened. She had to find a safe, secure, and hidden place before nightfall. Mollruniel dashed among the trees, her bare feet throwing dirt behind her as she hurried to a tall tree she saw in the distance.

The tree was a Willow, perfect for hiding overnight. The branches of the Willow a as if the roof to a house, cloaking her protecting her from the dangerous night. She knew what dreadful things lurked in the night, but the most vile were orcs.

The orcs hunted in the night for anyone foolish enough to be found by them and being taken to their secret hideouts. The orcs around Deephaven are taller than most men, they have nasty, grotesque features. Dirty,shaggy, armored clothing, with yellow eyes and their teeth even more yellow from all the flesh that they ate, nice and raw, in their opinion. They fancy clubs,swords, and are sometimes fond of using arrows.

Mollruniel knew all of this as she took the chance of being found by hiding behind the Willows branches not knowing what was on the other side. She quickly split the branches apart, then, she saw eight yellow eyes staring at her. They were beaming with anger and were getting closer and closer to her. As her keys adjusted to the darkness around her, she soon realized that the eyes belonged to a small pack of coyotes. The four coyotes ran off, last the branches where she could no longer see them.

Mollruniel sat down her back leaning on the trees. She wouldn't dare to make a fire, so, she just laid he'd head back and fell asleep. What she didn't know was that five figures came towards her direction during in the rainy night.

The sun arose as did she, she stood up, stretched and went North. Today, Mollruniel was on a different terrained path, this path was muddy, since had rained last night, but, it hadn't effected her. Her bare feet sunk into the mud leaving her footprints, her tracks.