This is my first story, I had the prologue written for a whole different thing which I never wrote. This will be a short story, because I don't have the motivation for long ones and I want to actually finish it. I'll give you the prologue today, but I'll warn you. You won't know the meaning of it til a couple of chapters in.

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She stood in the last of the daylight, her black hair flowing down to her waist. It was straight, silky and shiny. Her face was blank; she showed no emotion. Around her forehead was a piece of velvet. It was tied under her hair. Her ears were pointed and she was very tall, compared to a human.


Her features were those of a regular elf - angled features, broad cheekbones and most of all, unearthly coloured eyes.

She stood on a tall hill in the middle of the forest. Her clothes consisted of a thick, rough material. The material was very light, but also very protecting. It was a shade of light green. She wore a long sleeved top, to protect her.


The elf just stood. The moon started to shine down, and in the distance cars could be heard. The elf herself didn’t notice, still she stood with no emotion showing on her pale face.

As if her life was being held by a single string, it suddenly snapped. She fell down the hill to the ground motionless.


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Well, there it is. I dunno if people will like it or not. I'll update in the next few days.