I met up with sunny at her house. We were deciding to go to the Elves and see christal.
Christal was daydreaming when we found her.
This time we didnt talk about dresses or the cute sprite boy from the city, no, this time we chattered nonstop about the coming war. Gnomes were already packing up and moving into the depth if the woods. And we were already receiving ration packs.
YOU ARE READING
The Woodland War
FantasyA bootifool story that i wrote when i was nine years old. it follows sum fantasy kids through war, love, bitchiness, creepiness and of course... sprite boi
