A story was being told:

Hannah found a tiny hole at her gate after escaping from the house. She dug it out to make a bigger passageway and her friends followed her. The whole atmosphere looked greenish and calm. Two elves were fighting for a morsel of rice along the path to Mount Leaf in a haste manner. A sacked bag with a heap of some husky material was found at the entrance to the subterranean village. Jimbo picked it up as per the headman's instruction. They went in a line behind the other elf dwellers.

They reached big decorated rows of trees accompanying the path. The hustling and bustling of villagers soared the fine air. Hannah found it out to be the village's marketplace. There were towering baskets of goods arranged on tree branches.

An elf trader motioned Jimbo to hand him the sack. He emptied the course golden contents into a fresh basket and built yet another tower of baskets.

Linda tasted a husk and gleamed with delicacy. The sweet appy taste of the ingredient refreshed her wonder upon the elves. The true nature of the goods were discovered. The baskets of tiny black seeds were Apple seeds. Those of golden husks were originally dried apple peels which had been broken and ground to give its texture.

As they curiously looked around, they found similar dishes garnished with apple leaves. A hard apple coat was used to serve the dishes. Its stem was sheared and used as spoons.

And, indeed, the flesh was freshly grated to make salads or hydrated to soups.

The dwellers exchanged gifts and flowers to one another. The place looked magical and angelic. When enquired upon, an elf chef remarked with suspicion that they were celebrating the annual Himachal Utsav. It was their most privileged festival with participants of all ages. Linda was inquisitive of the naming of the event.

An elderly elf with an old cork in his fist, answered her,

"Littlest, thy fame for apples with samples as good as the shape of maples, and juices that fuses from thy cruises with kisses onto one's lips is honoured as nectar to hereby sector crowning Hector.
Come, taste some heavenly wine with us!"

"We thank you for your poetic explanation, grandpa", replied Linda innocently.

Hannah, Linda and Jimbo set of to explore the miniature place. A large fluffy enclosure with cooled mint vestibule welcomed them. The elderly elf squeaked, "Enter the centre for shelter in winter with kind, loveable gesture of no measure."

The friends did so and were seated at a large banana leaf for diner. The elves greeted them and their smooth magical hand movements formed glassy wares and copper glasses. A slightly old floating elf flowed in with Hector in her hand. After the guests honoured him, she flew in back with a rich vessel in her hands.

She poured a little drink for them and kept the rest next to Hector. She quoted,
"The heavenly (nectar) is extracted from the finest apples with due care. It is ought to be respectful. Preserved by the bigger elves from Termites by enriching with herbs that adds to its flavor."
A sip meant great power.

Flora interrupted, "It's truly fiction! I want a real one. I'm being illusioned with this."

"What makes you say this dear?"

She heard a voice from behind the mirror. It was sharp and clear, yet old.

"Who're you?", she questioned in shock.

"But what's more happy at the time is that you want to continue your life."

"What's wrong with that?! It's natural."

"But when you live by following desires imposed onto you, you may not experience the reality."


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