A simple walk through the woods. That's what it was supposed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. But fate has a way of making the unexpected happen. All had I begun as planned. John walked through the trees, soaking in the sun. He listened to the birds chirping above him. The rivers bubbled and rushed on its way. The grass smelled fresh, as if a rain had passed through. But then he heard it. A voice. A song. As he listened he began to cry. It was beautiful, caressing it's way into his very soul. He began to run, searching for the source of this enchanting music that made him feel like he had found something he lost long ago. He crashed and stumbled his way through the bushes, the song growing as he made his way closer. What was singing this spell over him he could not say, but he knew he must find it. When the song had crescendo'd it was then that he stopped. There was a wall, made of stone and covered in vines, an obelisk left by some ancient hand. John was distraught. The song was just on the other side. What could he do? John searched along the wall with his hands, hoping for a small window or hole to peer through. He was desperate, not wanting it to end before he had sated this compulsion. And at last, by the hands of Odin, he found it. A small little crevice, almost invisible through the vines that covered it. John stripped it all away and looked through the hole. And what he would see would change his destiny forever. It was elf, or at least he could think of no other word to use. She was a sight to behold. Pale skin the color of milk. Blue eyes that glowed with fire and life. Long, straight, flowing blonde hair down to her knees. A long purple dress covered her slim frame. And, of course, the long and pointed ears that glowed like a white flame. She was the source of the song for he could see her lips part and hear the melody of the noise. There were no words, just a beautiful combination of melodies and harmonies. The more John looked, the more his heart swelled. John had never experienced such love before. It was if he had been struck by Cupid's arrows, the tips oozing sweet honey into his veins. But alas, nothing lasts forever. She began to lower her voice, slowly, as if she also did not want the song to end. But the moment came when it was time for each to return home. When she finally was silent, the elf lowered her voice, clasped her hands together. She seemed to be lost in thought, or praying maybe. John had no idea what to think or do. After a long moment, she lifted her up, turned towards John and smiled. Then she turned and glided into the trees, and the two would never meet again.

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