The Hunter Elven

Time seemed to stop elapsing at that moment.

The lapping of the water, the singing of the birds, the rustle of the leaves, none of it mattered at that moment.

I was staring at the woman in front of me with an expression tinged with disbelief and bewilderment.

Was it my naked body that disgusted her? Or was it the fact that I was a man? Yet something told me that the real reason behind her reaction was much darker than it seemed to be.

As the seconds passed, her expression shifted from anger to shame.

With a face as red as a tomato, the woman immediately immersed her body in the water to hide it. Her reaction had the benefit of bringing me back to reality instantly.

While coming back to myself, I understood the situation in which I found myself, and in order not to look like a pervert, I had decided to play the card of misunderstanding to get out of it.

However, the woman didn't wait for my explanation and ran away to take shelter near a tree stump where her personal belongings were displayed.

I wanted to call her to reassure her, but I had to stop my impulse immediately when I found myself targeted by the weapon she had just grabbed.

It was a large bow made of dark wood and as big as two-thirds of her body. At the end of it, a metal arrow pointed its head in my direction.

The bow was stretched and ready to shoot at any moment.

My face paled as I realized that I was, again, in a deathly situation at that very moment.

"But what have I done to deserve this?" I asked myself with dismay.

The woman was glaring at me with such an icy look that I could feel a shiver running through my spine.

I deeply gulped.

It wasn't the coolness of the water that produced this sinister sensation, but the fact that I knew I was doomed at that moment if I took the slightest wrong step.

How was I going to get out of it again?

From the objects that were lying on the tree stump behind her, I deduced that she must have been a professional huntress. Moreover, I was naked, in the middle of the spring, with no weapons within my reach.

"Nud e railrra nuya, Hinel!" the woman shouted.

"What language is that?" I thought while frowning.

It was a language I had never heard before, was it Danish?

Or maybe it was Turkish? Maybe she spoke English then?

It didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard before.

I tried it all and started to make hand movements and shouting to her: "friends! I'm friend!"

But without warning, the woman shot her arrow and it went straight to me.

"Oh, Shiiit!!!!" I shouted in panic.

Seeing death approaching, I instinctively threw myself to the side and plunged into the water instantly.

At the same time, the arrow had just grazed my body and was stuck in the trunk behind me.

"Is she seriously trying to kill me?! She's crazy!" I cried out to myself, my heart beating fast.

Soon after, I came up to the surface to catch my breath and hid where her weapon wouldn't reach me.

With my rapid and jerky breath, I scanned the surroundings frantically with fear in my stomach that this woman would reappear and finish me off without having had time to explain.

Several minutes went by, but my opponent did not come.

After a moment, I took my courage in both hands and, with great care, I took my head out of my hiding place.

Was she still there?

Luckily, she seemed to have taken flight as I noticed that her personal belongings had disappeared.

"Where is she?" I asked myself, suspicious.

I glanced left and right, but there was no trace of her anywhere.

Then all of a sudden, a humming sound echoed in the forest in the distance and a few seconds later Nyfeirg had joined me.

"John, is everything... all right?" she asked confusedly.

I explained the story to her. During my story, she remained silent and then suddenly nodded at the end.

"I understand better in this case," she said enigmatically.

"Wait, what did you understand? It was a misunderstanding! Do you hear me?"

"You'll admit that anyone would find that hard to believe you, even if the fact of wanting to kill you was excessive..." she answered me in a skeptical tone. "Are you telling me that she had pointed ears? That's pretty strange," she thoughtfully added.

"Perhaps it is the appearance of the inhabitants of this world," I wondered.

Neither I nor Nyfeirg had any answers to give. One thing was clear, however: this woman possessed undeniable beauty. I could never remember meeting such a beautiful creature in my whole life.

This story had also taught me something else: this world was inhabited by other people!

This news was rather reassuring but raised many questions:

Were there other people living in this world besides her?

Did they all speak the same language?

Was Nyfeirg really a woman?

"Why do I feel like you just insulted me just now," Nyfeirg asked furiously.

"Um... sorry, I was losing myself," I confessed.

Anyway, I'd better not cross paths with this Elven again if I want to live longer.

A gurgling sound was heard again. Hunger assailed me again.

I drank from the spring to quench my thirst and lessen the feeling of hunger, but I knew I could not ignore it forever. I had to hunt again.

"Nyfeirg, I will have to hunt again," I confessed with some apprehension.

My partner didn't answer immediately, but I could see that she seemed to be in a cruel dilemma. And then after a long silence...

"Very well..." she nodded. "But I'm going with you this time," she added immediately.

"Are you afraid that she's still here? Besides, if you follow me too closely, I'll never make it."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked slightly angry. "Am I bothering you?"

"Of course not, but I've noticed that the animals don't approach us when I'm with you. So I can't be too close to you either, do you understand?"

"I understand that... But I can't afford to take a risk knowing you're in danger... I'm with you, whatever happens... But I'll keep my distance. Is that all right?"

"Hmm..."

Negotiation was going to be difficult. On the one hand, Nyfeirg was my only protection against the threats of the forest, but on the other hand, by staying by its side, I risked dying stupidly of hunger one day or another. It was a rather ironic situation in a way.

After some tough discussions, we reached a consensus.

Nyfeirg would stand behind me and give me some freedom of movement while remaining in his field of vision if something happened.

***

She had taken refuge not far from there after having managed to divert the Human's attention by shooting at him.

At first, her reaction was dismay at seeing him emerge from the water, but then she was suddenly frightened to think that he was a slave driver who had come to capture her. She already saw herself locked up and abused by them as they did their prisoners. Finally, she went from anger to shame at the sight of her filthy body and the sight of this disgusting Human being.

Yet, she quickly realized that the man in front of her was not a slave driver and that he was strangely alone.

What was he doing here? she had wondered then.

It didn't make sense. Humans never traveled alone in the forest. At worst, there was always a second one lurking nearby, but she hadn't sensed anyone else but him.

Then she remembered that the forest had warned her previously that a Human had ventured into the area and that he had no evil intentions. But the woman did not know who it was.

Yet, despite the reassuring words of the forest, the woman did not want to believe it. It was, for her, something inconceivable. To her, Humans were vile creatures who could not be trusted.

Why this hatred?

The said huntress was a member of the Elfin race, a humanoid race that resembled the Humans, but resided mainly in the many forests around the globe.

One of the particularities of the Elves was their ability to interact with the forest in which they lived and to communicate with the plants. They could feel the presence of the living beings in the forest and sometimes even use them to trap their enemies.

Unlike Humans, who could look somewhat coarse, Elves were considered to have a particularly attractive physique. Consequently, Humans usually saw Elves as first-rate merchandise.

Then they often hunted Elves to enslave and make them do dirty work or to entertain them in their whimsical orgies.

The Elves were not a warlike race like the Humans. Their main goal was to live in peace in their hometown, but this made them victims of the greedy and power-hungry Humans.

Although they were not violent, the Elves knew how to fight despite everything, but their people were few due to an extremely low birth rate. As a result, they were reluctant to fight except when necessary.

The huntress had already lost her family and many friends who had perished at unscrupulous humans' hands. For her, Humans were a plague on the harmony of the world and deserved no mercy.

That is why when she had aimed at the despicable Human before her, she planned to make him suffer all the ignominies his entire race had committed. After all, it was only a fair return, she did not see how her behavior would be reprehensible.

However, when she saw the man's behavior, she hesitated for some strange reason.

What was this unknown language he was speaking?

"It was strange," she thought at the time.

She had met Humans before and they all spoke the same language, but not this one. Moreover, he did not have the build of a hunter nor the perversity of a slaver. At that time, the only emotion he displayed was curiosity. It was as if he had just discovered an Elven for the first time in his life.

"It didn't matter," she whispered at the time.

It wasn't her problem. She had fired in the hope of killing him in one shot, but the latter had shown impressive alertness and managed to dodge her attack.

She had widened her eyes in surprise and used the chance to getaway. Without waiting any longer, she rushed to retrieve all her belongings and fled as quickly as possible before her opponent could call for reinforcements.

In the distance, she could hear a strange noise coming closer very quickly. This noise had frightened the forest which had alerted her to the urgency of the situation.

She did not know what it was and had assumed that it must be a monster, but against all expectations, her assumption was shattered into a thousand pieces by what she saw afterward.

As she hid nearby, she saw a strange entity joining the Human as if they knew each other.

This entity resembled a machine that Dwarves could have built, but its elaborate form denoted an incomparably more refined level of craftsmanship that did not seem to be of this world.

Moreover, the entity possessed a demonic appearance that frightened the forest.

Its head resembled a Human skull from which emanated two sinister gleams that swept the surroundings with each movement of it, its body was made of a material that looked like nothing known, its wheels shone like a mirror under the rays of the sun and a dizzying noise emanated from its entrails, creating a hubbub around it.

But the most incredible thing was that this machine could move by itself as if it were alive.

"By the gods!" she whispered. "How is that possible?"

The huntress stared at the machine with a certain fear without being able to take her eyes off it. It was as if she had been hypnotized.

Yet, despite the feeling she had, she felt no murderous intent on the part of the machine. In her mind resounded the message of the forest.

Swallowing deeply, the huntress had found herself contemplating with eyes filled with envy this entity that had come straight from her nightmares.

"If only this mount were in my possession, my mission would be all the easier..." she murmured as she watched the two strangers gathering.

A little later, the human, who had donned his clothes, stood in front of the entity and spoke with it. His appearance was gloomy, but also peculiar. The man had long black hair and a goatee of the same color. His eyes were... Mysterious. He was dressed in a black leather coat that accentuated his shoulders and waist. On his bottom, long pants and his feet were wearing strange boots. He had such a unique style that she had even wondered if the man in question was not eccentric, but curiously, she could not deny that his clothes suited him rather well.

At the same time, the man had a black helmet in his hands. It was not a helmet that she could describe in words. It looked like nothing known, and it was not a combat helmet either. It looked like it was just for to show-off, but again, the huntress couldn't help but think it looked good on her.

In the end, if the Human had an undeniable sense of fashion, the only thing that came to mind when describing it was: plain. He was neither muscular nor extremely handsome, but he exuded a candor and naivety that she had rarely seen in an adult Human.

She shook her head to concentrate again.

Now she was watching them move in the forest. The mount made no more noise but could still move at a reduced speed. The two individuals walked side by side without any discomfort.

The huntress was now on the top of a tree and was moving from branch to branch without making a sound. The Elves learned at a very young age to use their environment to move undetected.

Later in the evening, when the sun had just set, the man started arguing with his partner.

The Elven frowned.

After a while, the two reached a consensus and separated.

"What is he trying to do," she wondered. "Hasn't he forgotten a dragon is lurking around? Although I don't care if he survives."

The man had a stick in his hand and seemed to be looking for something. On the other hand, the mechanical creature was standing well away from him without falling behind.

The Elven squinted her eyes as she considered the situation.

"Wouldn't he be looking for ..." she asked herself before she shook her head and sneered. "No, that's impossible. I knew the Humans were stupid, but that much?"

According to her estimates, the Human was hunting... At least that's what he was trying to do, but his method was doomed to failure. Moreover, the animals did not seem to want to get close to this mechanical creature, which reduced to nothing the chances of finding prey.

In short, it was useless.

The Elven took one last look at the Human before setting her gaze on his partner.

"There must be a solution..." she said to herself while crouching on her branch.

She bit her lower lip as her mind desperately tried to find a solution to her problem.

She thought again about what the forest had told her, but she immediately dismissed the idea.

The fact that a Human could be friendly was a fantasy she would do well to set aside.

Sooner or later this Human would try to betray her, she could not afford to let go.

Normally, the Elves would listen to the recommendations sent to them from the forest. The forest was like a mother to them, if the child no longer listened to his parents, would he not get lost?

This was not something the huntress would normally do, but her hatred of the Humans was so deep that she had impaired her judgment.

Moreover, she had a mission to carry out, it was her utmost priority.

That mission was more important than anything else. She determined the survival of her people in the face of danger over the forest.

The village to which the huntress belonged was a village spared from Humans. It was located in a remote region, far from any civilization, and enjoyed an undeniable advantage that granted its inhabitants relative peace and protection.

Indeed, to reach this village, it was necessary to be able to go into the forest, to avoid traps, but also the steep cliffs, not to mention that Elves patrolled and alerted their fellows of the slightest threat.

Because of this simple fact, Humans would never come to them.

However, if the Human problem was solved, the dragon problem was not.

These animals were able to fly and possessed a frightening might. In one breath, they could wipe out a simple village in a matter of moments. In other words, this was the worst possible news for the Elves since they settled in the area.

The dragons were not the kind to leave their environment unless they were forced to do so or were in a rut. No one had been able to find a rational explanation for its presence in the area. However, even if there was no answer, they had to act, and quickly.

The village elders had decided that the only possible solution was to keep the dragon away so that it could no longer harm the Elves. The problem was that this meant sacrificing one of their own, but in this society, dying for one's people was considered a great honor.

That's where she volunteered to carry out this mission. Since she was a skilled huntress and knew a little bit about dragons, it was only natural that she would go.

Having neither children nor parents, she lived a secluded life, away from her peers, in her little house. Only two people were important to her, but knowing that they were there to protect the village, she was able to leave with a light heart, despite the tears of one of them.

She had to do this so that her people could live, and they knew it.

After having prepared everything necessary for her suicide mission, she had said goodbye to her friends and her village and had left the same day in the direction of the known position of the dragon.

The first thing she had to do was to attract the dragon.

She had encountered dragons before but had never actually tracked any. Nevertheless, she knew that dragons are puffy creatures of pride that only their power can match. So she could use this to carry out her plan.

After a few hours of walking, she had spotted the dragon. The dragon had landed in a clearing and was sleeping peacefully at the time.

"It's huge," she said as she examined it from head to toe.

It must have been at least fifteen meters long.

It was the perfect time to set up an ambush. She planned to force it to wake up so that it would attack and chase her through the forest. Knowing that it could not do otherwise with its misplaced pride, she was certain of the result.

Shortly before executing herself, she had intoned a prayer to the forest to give herself courage and to thank it for allowing her to enjoy its benefits.

When she had gotten close enough to the dragon, she had attacked it with her bow.

Once this was done, she had aimed at the least protected part of the animal: its eyes. After she shot her arrow, it went directly into the dragon's eye. The dragon awoke, enraged that its eye had been wounded in its slumber. It spat fire around it and roared madly as it tried to destroy whoever had dared to do this to it.

Then, when he spotted the Elven, he chased her through the forest from the air to dislodge her. Several times she almost died, but thanks to the help of the forest and her athletic physique, she miraculously survived.

Several days had passed in this way. The purpose of this game of hide-and-seek was to harass the dragon continuously until it could only think of chasing her, and nothing else.

While the monster had tried several times to burn the bowwoman alive with its powerful breath, the rain had reduced his attempts to ashes, condemning him to run at her through the thick forest to drive her out, but its attempts had proved futile. The huntress moved through the forest like an eel in water, escaping each time from the lizard who could do nothing but struggle to approach her.

On the other hand, the ancestral spirit of the forest had forced him to be extra careful when he entered its territory. Indeed, it had gone out of its way to prevent him from seeing or moving as he wanted, either by disorienting him with foul smells or by blocking his view with the foliage of the trees. The arrival of this guest, blasphemer of her quietude, had enraged her and she had sworn to do everything to chase him away from her home.

The hunt had lasted several days and nights. The Elven harassed the dragon even during the night so that it would get tired little by little. Unlike it, she was used to long sleepless nights. She could hunt for several days if she had to, thanks to her exceptional abilities.

However, for a few hours now, the huntress had noticed a change in the dragon's attitude. It suddenly no longer seemed interested in hunting her but had changed its target. It had given her a breath of fresh air and that's how she ended up that spring.

Thinking about it, she wondered if this change in the dragon was not due to the appearance of these two strangers. Maybe it was a chance for her to use them to carry out her mission... But how could she do it?

"Besides... How has he survived so far," she wondered while observing the Human. "He'll never be able to catch something like that...".

Although it was quiet again, the dragon was still around. However, it was not nearby at that time.

It was a chance she had to take.

Having prepared herself mentally, the huntress decided to move into action.

***

I had been wandering through the forest for several hours now seeking food. I had found some berries but Nyfeirg had advised me not to eat them. Besides, they emitted a strong stench which made me stop at once.

I had also tried to dig a hole to put some berries inside, hoping that an animal would be caught but in vain. None of my tactics had worked.

Tired, I had finally given up for tonight and with great resignation, cowered near a large tree for shelter from the wind.

I had just lit a fire and was watching it, drained of my energy. It was as if my soul had left my body.

Nyfeirg was next to me and said nothing.

As I had just sighed, a noise caught Nyfeirg's attention and she illuminated a specific point not far from our position. I got up immediately and stood guard while staring at the spot.

Could it be that a beast had decided to brave fear to attack us? Or was it a game passing by?

I immediately approached Nyfeirg, ready to ride her at the slightest problem.

However, I did not expect to see what was to follow before me.

When the noise stopped, a shadow suddenly appeared behind a tree. The Nyfeirg's light revealed the mysterious visitor...

My eyebrows raised as the confusion gradually spread. Why did this woman suddenly appear after trying to kill me? Her attitude had radically changed from before.

"This is..."

"Do you know her?" Nyfeirg asked me quizzically.

"It's the woman I told you about earlier... But what's she doing here?"

The woman hid her face because of the intense light that illuminated her.

"Praera, suirn irrui rad na derc du fudh ull irrui?" said the woman without animosity.

However, I didn't understand anything at all.

"I don't understand anything," I replied immediately. "Speak English at least!"

"John, let me try, will you?" Nyfeirg suddenly suggested.

I looked at her with surprise.

"Do you... do you understand what she's saying?"

"I... believe I do."

Nyfeirg immediately began to talk to the woman. The latter immediately showed an expression of amazement and responded to my partner with great enthusiasm. For my part, I remained dazed by the situation, not knowing what to say or do.

"What is she saying?" I asked after a moment of bewilderment.

"She says she came in peace."

"In peace?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "After wanting to kill me, I find it rather suspicious..."

"She... wishes to make peace and... came with a gift."

The woman waved her hand. Between her fingers was a strange animal who stood motionless. Immediately, the glimmer of hope that seemed to have disappeared from my eyes reappeared.

"Tell her that she is welcome here!"

"Where did your suspicion go?" Nyfeirg replied with a sigh.

Now that I could look at her attentively, I was surprised by her very peculiar appearance. His wavy hair floated in the wind as if his existence was esoteric, while his blue eyes reflected in the light of the fire like two sparkling mirrors. Her gaze was sharp and her expression serious, as if she was about to give herself up to death for a final leap before disappearing.

She was quite tall and close to my height while her physique was athletic. I could see how her muscles, although slightly protruding, were not prominent. They were certainly the result of a long training process, probably because of his job.

I could also notice that his shoulders, forearms, and chest were protected by a hard bronze-like material that was reflected in the glow of the crackling fire.

On the bottom, she was dressed in a short skirt out of fabric that protected her intimate parts.

Her feet were put on long boots that went up to her thighs and were made of leather.

In her back, an imposing bow rested with her quiver of arrows, the same one that had been used to attack me earlier.

I also noticed a few freckles on her cheeks, which accentuated her elusive beauty.

The woman handed me her booty but I could notice a feeling of repulsion reflected in her eyes. Thinking that I had seen wrong, I paid no attention and immediately brought the prey to the fire.

It was a kind of bird with scales on its abdomen and a head that looked like an eagle.

"Come and eat," I said to her as she stared at me from her position.

Nyfeirg spoke to her and the woman nodded with some stiffness before sitting down in front of the fire. While I was preparing the meal, I could feel her insistent gaze on me. I didn't pay any attention to it until the bird was cooking.

"Thank you for this prey and... Sorry about earlier," I said awkwardly.

"..."

Although she didn't answer, I understood that she had to be wary of me. I smiled at her and the woman flinched slightly.

"By the way, what is your name?" I asked curiously.

"... Myra," she said coldly.

"Myra ... Nice to meet you then! My name is John, and this is Nyfeirg."

The woman blinked several times as she examined us one by one.

"What is it?" I asked.

But the woman did not answer. Her gaze was riveted on Nyfeirg for some reason I did not know. I looked at her in turn, as if to ask her what was the matter.

"I don't know either," she replied puzzled.

"Is everything all right?" I asked Myra.

Again, no answer. I was beginning to wonder if I had said something wrong, but Nyfeirg reassured me that I hadn't said anything bad. Myra turned to her and asked her a few questions. Nyfeirg answered her immediately. After a few moments, Myra's expression became slightly softer.

"From now on, John, you come from a faraway country and you don't speak the Common Language," Nyfeirg whispered to me.

"What is the Common Language," I asked suspiciously.

"It seems to be a language that the natives use when they interact with other races."

"The other races? Because Myra is not Human?"

"Have you noticed her pointed ears?" Nyfeirg asked me in a serious tone. "That's a distinguishing mark of the Elves."

"Elves..." I whispered as I examined Myra. "I've never heard that term before. What is an Elf compared to a Human?"

Nyfeirg then asked her and Myra opened her eyes in great amazement. The fact that I didn't know what an Elf was was something inconceivable to her.

"I see," she said after a moment's reflection.

She sighed slightly and began to explain succinctly the discrepancies between both races. I listened to her with great attention while eating my bird until she was finished.

"I understand better then," I thoughtfully replied. "Besides, what are you doing here all alone?" I asked her while handing her a toasted wing.

"I'm here on a mission of the utmost importance," she replied, ignoring my proposal. "You know that a dragon is lurking around. My village is in grave danger with this monster nearby. My mission is to prevent it from approaching it."

"Ah, so it was that kind of monster that attacked us earlier..."

"That's it," she added in a serious tone. "Unfortunately, I don't have the strength to face it alone. This is why I would like to ask for your help, Human. Allow me to use your mount to save my village!"

She stared straight into my eyes with a gloomy gaze.

I looked at her with some perplexity.

What was I to do?

I did not know her and therefore had no connection with her village. Nyfeirg sensed my hesitation and whispered to me.

"What do you want to do, John? We don't have to help her."

"That's true... However, she could help me..."

Nyfeirg was taken by surprise when she heard my sentence. She hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Sorry... I'm not much help," she said dejectedly.

"Don't worry, you're helping me well enough," I reassured her. "You want us to help you, but what can you give us in return," I asked Myra firmly.

I didn't intend to be a Good Samaritan and go off for nothing. When Myra heard my request, she was slightly startled. While holding her position, she bit her lower lip and trembled.

"I... I have nothing to offer you at the moment..." she finally confessed while lowering her head.

"You don't have to pay me now, you can pay me later," I said, looking at her proudly.

I wanted to show her that she could count on us, but perhaps I was too naive to believe that my goodwill would be enough to solve everything.

And while I couldn't help but contemplate her beautiful face, my eyes unconsciously crept into the hollow of her cleavage.

Strangely at the same time, the Elven looked up at me and I saw his contorted face in a horrible expression tinged with hatred and shame. She then stood up and said:

"I should not have asked you. In the end, you are just like the others..."

She greeted Nyfeirg and disappeared into the darkness without even looking at me. Nyfeirg and I looked at each other completely lost.

"Did I say something wrong ?" I asked.

"No... I just think she was expecting something else," she answered mysteriously.

However, she stared at Myra's back as she walked away from us.

***

"I knew it," Myra thought furiously. "I knew that I couldn't trust this Human. In the end, he was only interested in my body. Filthy creature!"

She was red with shame after hoping for a change.

"Anyway, I'll take care of this dragon by myself... I don't need anyone to do it!"

***

The following day, we had no news of Myra. Myra had simply disappeared from the forest but the dragon was still present and we could see it sometimes flying over the trees. When we saw it, we hid as soon as we could so that it would not spot us. It may have been naive to think this way, but we had no other solution.

However, up until now, this tactic had worked because the dragon had not attacked us once. Or maybe wasn't it interested in us anymore?

As we walked through the forest, I reflected on what Myra had said to me last night. Nyfeirg who knew what I was thinking intervened to comfort me.

"Don't bother with these useless thoughts, she has chosen her path. There was nothing you could do about it."

"I know, but I didn't think I did anything wrong last night," I thoughtfully replied.

Suddenly a tremor was felt in the forest. I turned my head and saw the black smoke coming from the treetops in the distance. I immediately had a bad feeling.

Could it be that...

"John, you know this is not our concern..."

"I know but... I can't let that person die like that either..."

"Do you really have to go?"

"No, of course not. Maybe it's hypocritical of me, but I'd feel better if I went than if I decided to ignore it? "

Nyfeirg says nothing. However, the noise of her engine varied strangely, as if she was in the full reflection.

A second tremor was felt. My decision was made now. As soon as I had decided, I put on the throttle and turned around before rushing at full speed towards the entrance of the forest.

Very quickly, we arrived at the edge of the forest and found Myra running through the trees inflamed by the burning breath of the angry dragon. The dragon was circling in the air in great circles and frantically attacking the hiding Elven.

"What are you doing here?" she cried out in a fit of rage.

"We've come to help you! Take my hand!" I said to her in a hurry.

"Why should I accept your help?"

"Do you want to get rid of this dragon or not? We can help you!"

Myra stared at me hesitantly.

"You can trust us, Myra," Nyfeirg replied.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Myra grabbed my hand and we rushed through the valley.