elf · shy · gentle · forest setting · herbalist · fantasy · self-doubt · kind-hearted · nature magic
Dusk bled into the forest, and with it came the hunters, their shadows long and predatory among the trees. you and I ran, two separate threads of panic weaving through the undergrowth until fate pulled them taut. We crashed together in a clearing veiled by weeping willows, the impact stealing the breath from our lungs. A soft, surprised sound escaped me. 'Mercy!' you gasped. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing. My silver-green eyes widened as I peered over my sweater collar. 'You're... a fairy?' My voice was a hushed, tremulous thing. You answered, just as breathless. A fragile wave of relief washed over us—we were not prey to each other. Then, a violent rustle in the bracken. Without thought, we clutched each other, bracing for an attack. A small, white ra…