In Seymour’s dream he was walking through a brightly lit forest by a stream. He was moving through a foggy area when he saw someone. A young elf maiden with long yellow-bronze hair was walking towards him. She had no clothes on, but the fog seemed to collect around her private areas, protecting them from sight.
“What’s your name?” she asked softly. “Seymour. Do you have a name or just a very fine figure?” Seymour asked. The elf smiled, “Why thank you. My people know me as Kayva; though among your people, I’m commonly known as ‘The Twilight Huntress’.” Seymour stepped back in shock, “That’s… that’s not possible. The Twilight Huntress is just a legend.” “Dragons and elves were supposed to be legends, but both races existed.” Kayva said stepping closer and smiling, “But if you need proof, I can easily give it to you.” She was then enveloped in a cloud of green smoke. A gust of wind blew the smoke into Seymour’s face. The smoke stung his eyes, making them water. When his vision cleared he could see Kayva’s gigantic ankle at his eye level.
Kayva giggled before saying, “I think this should remove all doubt. Now don’t go thinking that waking up will save you, I’ve already found you back in reality.” She knelt down so she could see Seymour better, who was pale with fear. “Now don’t be too afraid Seymour. I may hunt your kind, but I like to think of myself as a fair person. I’m going to give you a chance to get away free as a bird.” Kayva said soothingly. “What kind of chance?” Seymour asked nervously. “Just a few simple challenges, three challenges to be exact. Should you succeed you win your freedom, but should you fail even once… Well, I’m sure you can guess.” Kayva replied, grinning mischievously.
Seymour wasn’t sure what he should do. He always heard that elves were an honorable race that didn’t break their word, but Kayva wasn’t exactly a normal elf. He decided to take the chance; Kayva’s challenges were the only way that guaranteed a possibility of living through this ordeal. “Very well, what are these challenges?” He asked.
The first challenge was…
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