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My Elf King
As he walks through the forest, he realises there’s another presence while the wind whispers his name through the leaves as if it has known him many years. He thinks he’s going mad and so would you. Yet the smell of earth and flowers and water and berries pervades his senses. He feels breathing in his neck while harvesting herbs. With a jolt, he draws his knife, ready to defend himself. But he’s alone. A deer looks at him from the clearing. He draws an arrow from his quiver. “Dinner is served,” he says to himself. The deer keeps on looking at him as if he knows him. He pulls back his arrow and aims his bow at the deer. A muscular hand grips his arm.
He swings around, drops his weapons, and sees the most enchanting creature he has ever seen. Dark hair flows over his shoulders like a waterfall. His eyes were green as the forest. His skin was as fine and white as marble, yet there is an almost imperceptible green tinge to it. A perfect mouth set onto an exquisitely carved face. He smells like a mixture of earth and flowers and berries. The light falls across his face in spots through the overhead canopy. This fine man, who is still holding his arm, transfixes him. The vision draws him closer, hypnotizing him with his intoxicating perfume and forest-green eyes. A soft kiss on the forehead and everything goes green, then black.
I wake up in a strange bed.
