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Part Two Annon
I can’t believe she kissed me, he whispered to himself.
Entering the forest he slowly ran his fingers across the ground where the grass was flattened and sniffed them. Hearing a crack he moved his head side to side, making sure that no one was watching him hunt. Standing up slowly he worried that he would scare any nearby game away.
A buck rested here, he thought to himself.
He moved at a steady pace while stalking the tracks. Rubbing his left hand on a large tree, and grabbed his water pouch with his right hand. Twisting open its lid to refresh himself. Moving it up to his lips he quickly drank half of his water. While water dripped all over it washing away the dirt and revealing an old brownish color. Putting away his pouch and continuing on his way.
Looking above him he couldn’t see the sky through the thick tree branches and leafs. Seeing the moonlight slice through the canopy, illuminating the twisting branches and drooping leaves, he walked a dozen yards to the north east. Staring into the night sky through a small hole in the thick roof of woods, he saw the beauty of the stars.
I better get some sleep; it gets dangerous in these woods at night, he yawned.
Rolling out his giant leather quilt and laying down on his back, his hands behind his head, and staring up at the stars through the small hole in the thick roof of woods. He slowly drifted off to sleep without a worry in his world.
"Why are you complaining", spat an elf Patrol Leader," Oh, wait, I already know! It's because you're a worthless piece of shit!"
Quickly jumping up out of his leather quilt Annon reached for his bow and knocked an arrow. Quietly tiptoeing over to a bush and wondering what could be happening. He peeked through the bushes only to find himself looking at a military patrol group full of dirty looking elven soldiers and one ruthless looking patrol leader.
“Now let’s get moving,” ordered the patrol leader.
Watching as the patrol leader led his group of soldiers away from the valley they were standing in. Packing up his things Annon crawled through the bushes and ran across the valley. Heading forty three miles through the forest he ended up near the northern border of the elf kingdom. When suddenly he found what he had been looking for. There laid the buck under a giant willow tree. Resting its giant antlers on the ground, but it lay motionless.
He then knocked another arrow and shot the buck right in between the eyes. He then walked over to the dead buck and threw it in his bag. Then suddenly he heard a wild scream. Running towards the scream he found a dwarf pinned down by a wolf twice the dwarf’s size. Quickly knocking another arrow without even thinking he shot the wolf right between the eyes just like he did the buck.
Part Two Forya
The wolves quickly retreated at the site of their leader’s death. Standing up he slowly glanced over towards the origin of the arrow wondering who his savior was when his thought process was interrupted by the sight an elf wielding a bow.
“Well go on kill me you fool,” he said proudly, surveying the elf top from bottom.
“Why would I kill you? I’m not a soldier and by the looks of it neither are you,” the elf replied.
Slowly he walked over to his young, but noble elven savior. Pondering what just happened and what he would do next. Staring up at the elf and into his lime green eyes, he smiles.
“What is your name? So that I can thank my savior,” he asks politely while grinning ear to ear.
“My name is Annon, I would also like to know your name,” the elf replied with a curios look in his eyes.
“My name is Forya. I’m a dwarf outcast,” he said with honor.
Slowly he reached out his hand to offer a handshake. When suddenly the elf grabbed his hand and shook it with a mighty grip.
“I really must be going; I have to get my hunting spoils to the market, I didn’t get as much meat as I had hoped,” the elf stated quickly.
“Stay here for a few moments I will be back,” he ordered.
Quickly running to his cottage he grabbed his spare wheelbarrow from the oak shed. Wheeling the barrow to the front door of his cottage he slammed open the door, ran through the house and into the cellar. Where he grabbed 12 dead rabbits that looked as if they were freshly killed still having everything on them. Running out of the house tossing the rabbits through the air and into the wheelbarrow, he grabbed his battle axe. He then rushed the wheelbarrow over his new found friend.
“Take this wheelbarrow and these rabbits it’s the least that I can do for you saving and sparing my life,” he demanded.
Before the elf even had time to answer he ran off back to his cottage. Leaving the elf to do as he pleased, he locked himself in his cottage.