The cries of excited goblins suddenly became muffled like they were gagging on rope. Sam was too scared to look up though, as he felt a presence all around him. It was like something far larger, far scarier than the goblins had descended. All he could see was the shadows dancing across the ground. A large, ever shifting shadow that seemed to swallow up to goblins shadows like an all consuming cloud. He couldn't even begin to make out what it was. Eventually though, the muffled cries became silent. All he could hear now was a rustling noise like countless trees in the wind. He kept his head to the ground, praying that whatever this thing was it would ignore him.
"Are you ok?" said a voice, a kind feminine voice that caught Sam of guard. He looked up to see a beautiful woman standing before him. From her milky white skin and slightly pointy ears, Sam knew that she was an elf. Although she was wearing armour, it was barely covering her shapely body. But Sam wasn't staring at her curves. He was too busy looking at the giant mane that filled out all the space behind her. A red mass of hair the size of an elephant. It must have been 5 times bigger than the rest of her, sprouting from her head like a plant before arching downwards. He couldn't even begin to imagine how long it was when straightened. Yet as he watched it, the hair moved in an unnatural way, constantly swaying yet never touching the ground.
"Are you hurt child?" said the woman who knelt down to look at him. As she did, a few strands of hair moved towards him, lightly brushing the tears from his eyes. "I'm ok. How are you?" said Sam as he pointed at her hair. "Oh, forgive me. My name is Clara, Cleric of the goddess of the goddess of beauty. I purge those I deem ugly and who seek to destroy the beautiful. This hair is a miracle by my goddess. While it can destroy, it can also heal, keep people warm, make one experience absolute peace" said the cleric as Sam realised that more hair was coming closer to him. It was actually surrounding him, not touching him yet but certainly moving around him as if ready to embrace. He couldn't help notice her expression. A desperate longing to look after him like he was a lost puppy. Even if he was scared of this woman's sheer presence, he hoped that she only had good intentions for him. "Tell me little boy, would you like to...
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