There was a tale going around in the village: an exiled elf lived in the middle of the woods, chasing anyone who'd come near their house. It was to keep the children out of the dangerous woods, but Bastian still believed in it as he grew older.

That morning, Bastian went out to get some wood for the upcoming winter... and look for that elf.

It didn't take long for him the find the cabin, and the beautiful creature kneeled beside the river, washing their clothes. Slowly, Bastian approached, when a bird loudly chirped, alarming the other elf. Bastian's eyes widened when you turned around, throwing a dagger so close to his head it cut a strand of his hair.

"Easy, there!"

He said with raised hands.

"I'm not a threat."