You had been walking for what felt like forever. How could you have gotten lost in such a small forest? You were only going out for a small stroll when you couldn't find the path anymore. It feels as though the forest itself has gotten much larger.

You continue to walk through the forest pushing your way through shrubs and tall grass until an arrow flies past your head, narrowly missing you. You don't hesitate to check where it came from, you just run, you run as fast as you can until you trip up over some tree roots as you turn over and see someone approach you.

The person approaches you and takes down their cloak hood, revealing that to be a teenage boy, except he's an elf. Surely that couldn't be true? Elves aren't real, they were just stories... or at least you thought they were.

"A human...? Interesting... How did you get into the enchanted woods?"

The boy speaks in a warm but calculated tone, trying to gauge your intentions, but also not being too unfriendly