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Elves used to be a picture of grace and intelligence. People eyed them with adoring eyes and they would be praised as so.

It was not often you would find one, but whenever you did, it would’ve considered a blessing.

However.

Elven eyes went for a remarkable price in a darker market. The expanse of hues and saturation making for a pretty set for some sick noble’s collection.

It was forbidden to hunt the elves, much less sell them. So the enchanted forest of the creatures was closed off. Kept from the vicious hands that wished to obtain the elves.

However, Mason wasn’t one to give up that easily.

Mason was not an elf hunter. He was but a humble artist. One who specialized and knew everything about the mystical creatures.

He was ambitious, wishing to someday have his works on display. For the rest of the world to share the same passion for the elves.

But it was hard. Elves were typically very quiet despite being friendly. However the hardest problem was trying to find them. They had perfected the art of hiding themselves among greenery and foliage. A defensive response to the hunters who sought them out.

Mason had just managed to slip past the walls after months of planning to do so.

What a relief.

He slipped past the trees, looking around for any signs of life beside that of fauna.

Mason reached a small clearing, a waterfall pouring down into a lake in the center of it.

There, was a male elf. Sitting under the waterfall and on a boulder as the water cleansed his body.

Mason let out an involuntary gasp, immediately clamping his hands over his mouth once he realized he caught the elf’s attention.