I didn't trust him. The King of elves had been a foreign concept to me. The first being from the Fountain of Life. The keeper of secrets and sworn protector of the mother. He told me he was my father. I still couldn't believe it and so I ran and I'm still running.

His footsteps were close by. I knew I couldn't outrun the Elf but I could at least try. My legs were giving up and by body trembled, exhaustion was taking over and I let it. The footsteps grew closer and closer until the white tunic wa right infront of me. I didn't have the heart to look...