Lights went out and they were just in time for their slumber. Isidore was the one to keep watch for the night and he was well prepared with his bow in one hand and a full quiver for any attack that might happen. He gazed around him, looking at the haunting trees that seemed to come alive as the sparkles of light from the evening fire flickered. They looked back at him with realistic eyes and their long branches gave him the idea that they were trying to grab him and rip him to threads. Isidore tried looking away from them but it was no use; they were everywhere. Am I hallucinating? He thought to himself, shaking himself awake again as one of the tree's branch began extending towards him. He drew his arrow and immediately the branch seized extending and seemed to withdraw slowly.
He had heard of creatures in the forest that may appear invisible and possess trees allowing them to see and move. Some could be of evil spirits but that's not to say that all of them were bad. Soon everything went into an eerie silence, not even the leaves of the trees rustled nor did the fire crackle. All were watching and waiting for him to do something expectantly.
A brief moment passed and an echoic whisper came from the forest itself, it was the voice of a young woman, singing. And now I'm hearing things!!! Isidore got up but still the beautiful and peaceful singing continued. Maybe he was hearing things and needed some sleep, but already Isidore was caught in her spell as her singing rose in a crescendo. The voice clearly sounds like an elf maiden's, could it have been the long elf talk that made him conjure these strange sounds?
Whether it was his imagination or the trickery of theforest witches, Isidore cannot the resist the intoxicating melody thatentranced his limitless imagination. Slowly he got up, neglecting all worriesand duties that were vital at the present moment. As if magic captured him, allthings seem to fade into mist with the purpose of revealing the sight of anattractive, angelic figure of a woman gliding towards him. Her long black hairfalling over her two shoulders, she glanced at him and smiled spellbindingly,he could not look away. She slowly turned towards him her glossy dress flowing elegantlybehind her.
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Lord and Master
FantasiIN A LITTLE TOWN CALLED MAPLE, there was a myth told throughout the country that: every year in that town, seven children are born to which will become great famous warriors, heroes, witches or warlocks, but only two will posses immortality and both...
