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A Wet Elf
It was raining.
The ground ran drenched with water, while plants were plastered to the ground by the heavy drops of water.
The elf woke with a jolt, unaware of what was happening outside. He poked his head out of his small tent, and seeing the state of the world outside crept back inside for more sleep. However, as he lay back down on the earth he noticed something was missing. He looked around his tent panicked, but found nothing. All his food supplies had vanished.
Though, this was not a huge crisis, the elf fell back asleep angrily. He would not have been so angry, had he known the extreme danger he somehow avoided not long ago.
The sun shone through the next morning, and the world awoke to a much drier land. The elf woke groggily, but, as is the case with most elves, was wide awake in mere moments. He reached for his food, forgetting it was already lost, and cursed again. He decided to leave his tent set up, seeing as how he had no other supplies anyway.
He began in a walk, but soon sped to a jog as he crossed the open fields that lay before him. This, he knew, was frontier territory, and all his training must be put forth as to stay alert and ready. No food was not his major concern as he traveled. He was on a mission of infiltration; assigned to infiltrate a newly operating Midgard fortress inside the frontier lands, too close to Hibernian territory. He also knew this mission had a slight percent chance for success, and in the best case scenario he would be caught and imprissoned for life. It was not as if the assingment was by choice either...
The elf was now nearing the hills surrounding the castle, and now slipped into a stealth mode. His feet made no imprint on the short grass. His legs moved with such grace and flowing strength that no noise was made by their movement. Not even his breath could be heard. The beating of his heart was all that could give his position away.
He laughed at how easy it was to pass by enemy territory. He thought very little of the Midgardian races, feeling Hibernia would always be superior in every way. He now could see the castle walls. This castle was set withing a cleared area of the forest. The elf almost let loose a loud laugh, but supressed it at the last moment. He wondered how any creatures could think to build a castle surrounded by forest.
He surveyed the guards for 10 minutes or so, before planning his job. Just as he was about to make his move towards the wall, a large arm reached out and pulled him aside. "A best case scenario." thought the elf.
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