∆Chapter 1∆

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Ara ran past the snow touched pine trees, past the glowing blue mushrooms, past all the beauties of this land. But she couldn't think about it at all. And if she did stop and gander for a bit, it would have been the end of her.
She ducked under a bush, throwing her dark green cloak over her, hoping to be disguised enough so the gaurds wouldn't find her. She also stuffed her bow and arrows under her so the gaurds won't see them
Thankfully, they ran right past her, not paying any attention to the 'bush'.
It's funny, she thought, they had to go through years of training, but they can't spot a bandit elf guiding in a small bush with barely enough room to fit!
She breathed a heavy sigh, thanking the gods up above.
Ara quickly ran back to her elven kingdom, bringing the gold she stole with her.

A few hours later

She finally made it back home, her subjects welcoming the princess back home.
Ara climbed up the wood ladder to her tree house that she had made herself. Ara had been very crafty when she was younger. She used to make her own dolls and then give them to the other young elf's in the village. She knocked on the door, because she knew her two other friends were in there.
Part of the wood from the door so open, revealing a pair of forest green eyes.

"What's the password?" The voice said.

Ara laughed, " Zora, you already know who I am! Do I really need to say the password?"

"JUST SAY IT! Hey, it wasn't my rule to say the password EVERY TIME someone comes to the door."
You could tell that behind the door, Zora was giving a very sly smile.

"Ugh, fine." Ara stuck her thumbs in her pointy ears and lifted the other fingers up, making it look like moose antlers. Then she crossed her eyes and yelled, " BLARG!"

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 08, 2019 ⏰

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