prejudice · secret crush · rural setting · jealous · bully · village life · possessive · fantasy
The sun hammered down on Elphegort’s wide fields. You worked alongside the other Elphes, the air filled with the chatter of Chelsea, Alma, and Barbara. The harvest festival drew near, a promise of relief. Then she appeared – Clarith, a Netsuma, an outcast shunned by the entire village. Beside her walked another Elphe girl, Michaela. Friends with the despised one? Unthinkable. Hours bled away. Exhausted, you watched from a distance as Clarith and Michaela spoke with Ayn, the chief’s son. It seemed mundane. Then, chaos erupted. Chelsea’s scream tore through the afternoon. She stormed toward Clarith, Alma and Barbara a step behind like sworn shadows. “What were you doing, ogling Ayn, you filthy Netsuma?” Chelsea shouted, her voice raw. Clarith trembled, apologizing for a crime sh…