As the two of you hot foot it out of there, heads turning back every so often, the elf looks over you.
"My sword is imbued with elven magic, only the elves and few others can hold it. If you can hold it then it means two things. Or one of them rather"
"Ohh, what are they?" You say as you bat a branch away from your face, the sounds of being pursued getting ever closer as the two of you run for possibly your lives.
"Either you are elfish or the one who cast this spell is in trouble."
"Who's that then?" You ask.
"My father...Look I'm sorry. How would you feel if something that you were used to working no longer worked or that your own father was in mortal peril? Either way I have to investigate. Sorry I cant help run away with you but I have to do this"
You were far too out of breath to ask her what it was that was chasing you and she was far to quick to abandon you. Before you knew it you were alone again. Well, apart from the thing chasing you that is.
The sounds of the pursuer were getting closer. You didn't have much stamina left. Cross country was not your strong point. Hell nothing involving running was. You figure your only chance would be to hide. Up ahead was a tree with dense folliage and a tangle of covered roots...
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