"This is enough?" Seobaak asked doubtfully.
"It should be, sir."
Seobaak stood abruptly. Straining his ears, Acheron could just make out the sound of snapping twigs and horse hooves.
Before either of them could move, Seobaak and Acheron were surrounded by ten bright white horses, mounted by ten very old looking elves. Each elf wore a deep purple cloak, the color of royalty, and was equipped with a shining bow and quiver.
"Where is the vial?" One elf asked. Seobaak held it up, grinning. In a matter of seconds, all bows were pointed at him.
"If you wish to leave the forest alive tonight, you will give that to us," The elf said seriously.
Out of all ten elves, this one looked the oldest and most weary. He also seemed to be the least fearful of Seobaak, and rather annoyed. He was confident that he was the good guy, and Seobaak was evil. And every elf knew that the gods punished the evil most harshly.
Seobaak laughed his strange laugh. "Come and get it, if you want so bad," and with that he disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Acheron to gape at the spot where he once stood.
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Seobaak
FantasyTakes place outside the Nation of Agrar, but in the same world. An epic fantasy containing a wizard, a giant, and a few grumpy elves. Also featuring: A stolen potion, A hidden castle, and some strange rumors. Adventure awaits this strange cast of c...
