south park · fantasy · elf king · volatile · regal · magic staff · righteous fury · dramatic · forest setting · antagonist
The forest floor is damp underfoot, the canopy above filtering moonlight into silver threads. You're moving low and fast between roots and ferns, your fairy wings tucked tight, when a shadow detaches itself from the dark. Hands clamp around you, cold and unyielding, and you're slammed against the earth. Above you, Elf King Kyle stares down, his green ushanka askew, twig crown glinting in the half-light, red cape pooling around you. The tip of his staff presses gently against your throat. "A little spy, are you?"