The time was only 10 am, but since neither had anything more to do, Pevin and Levan decided to get going. It was a fine day, the sun was shining and there were only a few white clouds in the sky. The city was crowded with elves going about their business and noone paid any attention to two young elves leaving town.
They weren't the only ones traveling out of time. A steady stream of travelers was going out the gates, but none arrived. It was to early for that. Most travelers would have spent the night the closest village, Grenvale. The arrivals usually came closer to 3pm.
Outside the city wall a few meters of forest was removed to make some view for the guards, but not much. Elves dislike to chop down trees and never took down more than they had to.
Pevin and Levan traveled in silence, neither felt like talking. They just enjoyed the soft wind, the singing birds and the steady movement of their horses. After about one hour of riding Levan jumped of his horse and began jogging next to it. Pevin just smiled and followed, Levan had never liked to sit still for long, and Pevin also felt the need to stretch his legs a bit. They kept a decent pace jogging beside their horses for about 40 minuttes, then they reached a lake called Fog Lake, since the morning mist always lingered til long past noon on it. It had been some hours since their breakfast and both elves was getting hungry and a bit tired so they lead their horses down to the shore to let them drink, then they tied them off to a tree. Pevin was finding some bread and cheese when Levan threw off all his clothes and jumped into the lake. Pevin wasen't so found of bathing so he just cut himself some bread and ate as he watched Levan play in the water, his long hair soaked and heavy clinging to his face and shoulders. He finished his lunch and leaned against a tree and enjoyed the scenery and ambience of the place. As he sits there he starts to doze off and is awakened by...
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