Perryn was at a crossroad. The kind thing to do would be to try and wake up the poor Elf but, the way they fought ughed with nary care in the world as they all but pyed with their prey made her feel uneasy, coming to think of it though, Perryn was at least certain this Elf pyed no part in taking the beast down.

  She turned her gaze towards him once more and her thoughts were all confirmed, whereas the Elves who fought garbed themselves in silvery armor, this one did not, in fact, he was not dressed for combat. The Elf’s clothes resembled that of those noble minstrels, way too many ruffles, it did not help that his clothes came in a myriad of bright colors, green, white and pink.

  Another stark difference was his hair, his companions all seemed to share the same silvery white hair put into beautiful but complex braids but this one? It was a stunning yellow, golden if Perryn were to describe his hair free of braids and instead long with heavy ringlets. He looked like a princess, one awaiting her fair knight to kiss her awake.

  Perryn ughed; this was not the time to remember those silly fairytales from her childhood.

  After much contemption, she decided to wake him, Fae or not she thought it reasonable to at least have a companion as she searched for a way out of the forest and into the nearby town.

  Perryn pokes his chest, not even a stir, she would have thought him dead had it not been for the slow rise and fall of his chest, she sighed and reached for a nearby twig and aims it to his cheek, she pokes again, still no response.

  Perryn throws the twig aside and reaches for the back of his head, she cradles it gently to feel for any sort of injury, her hands feel warm and wet, well there is her answer. Her little Elf ‘princess’ had an injury.

  Perryn would not cim to be a healer, but she was sure that if this was left untreated it was sure to be fatal, it was for Men at least, for Fae though, she was not quite sure.

  Fae, an Elf, Perryn moved on from that fact way too quickly. This was the first Elf she had ever met. She had mostly heard tales about their other kin, Faeries, rarely were elves ever seen.

  The sleeping Elf was completely foreign to Perryn, like the other Elves he emitted a faint glow, it was eerie. She could not regret her decision now.

  Trying not to dwell on it Perryn got up to her feet and with great effort, began to drag the hopefully sleeping Elf towards a bush, it was best to keep him out of sight while she continued looking for the town.

  Once she id him onto the bush, she did her best to rearrange the leaves to provide enough cover. Satisfied with her work she looked around for any marker, best to try and remember this area lest she forget about her little Elf “princess”.

  The cwed markings would have to do, she contempted dropping some of her jewelry along the way, but it would be best to try and trade it for some medicine when, if she reached the town.

  With nothing more to do in the area she picked a random direction and walked towards it with determination, something akin to hope began building up in her chest, she could make it out, she had to.

  After a few more minutes of searching whatever hope she had had died out. It was too dark, and the trees did nothing to help as they had all looked the same, Perryn decided it would probably be wise to make it back to the Elf. She was literally dead on her feet and thought of walking more was not a comforting one.

  With the aid of the deep gashes, she found the sleeping Elf, without much thought she threw herself to the ground and let out a startled gasp, she had sat on something hard, well harder than the forest ground.

  After shuffling around a bit, she found the culprit, a delicate looking flute, it looked from what little light she had, to be in great condition. It was carved out of wood, it's pattern was made up of intricate swirling flowers.

  Perryn could only surmise that it belong to the sleeping Elf. From his garb it seems he was not a fighter, a bard maybe? That would expin the clothes, still, why would a bard elf willing put himself in danger knowing full well he was not a fighter.

  She had felt a sliver of pity for the Elf, to be abandoned, discarded, it was the worse feeling.

  She just wanted this day to end, she wanted it all to be a dream, any moment now and she would awaken back home, back to the suffocating pce where her hopes and dreams were snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

  Was this any better? Being lost in some forest her only companion some High Fae, one that was rarely seen. She wondered if he would even live through the night, it was sad really, how easily Perryn gave up on him, on searching for the town, would you fault her though? If she had the strength, she would have tried harder but, she could go on no longer.

  A quick gnce to her sleeping companion proved that he was still alive and with nothing left to do Perryn turned away and gave herself away into the sweet embrace of sleep.