An elf was standing by the stream. Her long blonde hair touching her waist, her blue eyes fixed at the unicorn drinking by the stream.

Mark felt a searing pain at the back of his head and he knew nothing more.

Mark woke and saw a wooden ceiling. He rushed out of the leaf bed he was lying on and found out that he was in a wooden cell.

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"Awake?" asked a voice as sweet as honey from outside the cell.

" If you are thinking of escaping, don't even try. The whole palace is filed with elf guards and anything that would be useful for escaping has been removed.

The elf with the voice stepped out, allowing Mark to see her.

"You!"

"What about me?"

"You are the elf at the stream"

"Yes, I am. The king has scheduled for you to meet with him tomorrow."

Mark gulped.

He decided to treasure that day for it might have been his last. Or at least that's what Mark thought.