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A Tale of Faytaisie
Jeriel Lyndryll strode through the forest, his soft leather boots treading the faint path that led home. With a sigh, he adjusted the leather strap that held his broadsword on his back, rolling his shoulders to relieve stiffness. He stretched, lifting his long golden hair to allow the cool breeze under the trees to dry the perspiration on the back of his neck. The young Elf had spent the previous day in the Siren city of Wyyss, watching the Spring Games. Spending time at the Games with the energetic, winged Sirens was pleasant, yet exhausting, and the walk home was lengthy.
An unfamiliar crackling sound brought him out of his thoughts. He had never heard anything like it, and it made him uneasy. He didn’t really expect an attack so close to home, but anything was possible. Under pretense of shifting the weight again, he reached up and loosened his sword in its sheath.
A figure stepped from the trees in front of Jeriel. His general shape was that of an Elf, but he had never seen an Elf like this. The stranger’s clothing was tight, so tight it surely was uncomfortable — Elves favoured loose fabrics for ease of movement. He wore his dark hair closely cropped — Elves never cut their hair. He was shorter than a Siren — the top of his head barely reached Jeriel’s chin. He held an odd-looking black thing in his right hand, and it was…
