Skin Walker

Unknown

I stood atop the mountain the elves called home. It was only autumn but snow flurried around me, sticking to the cold rock. The icy wind whipped against me, but I didn’t mind, it felt like a sort of communion. I understood the barren side of mother nature.

I heard the elvish singing and felt the vibrations of their merry-making beneath my bare feet. They would party and carry on for hours on end, day after day, how they found it entertaining was beyond me. I spit on the ground, wishing it was on them instead. They were perhaps the worst of all the fae, their foolishness disgusted me.

I looked out over the massive expanse of forest, the nymph trees looked so different from the rest of the woods it amazed me that humans never discovered the pitiful creatures living inside. Healing and growing plants, useless dogooder powers. My eyes roamed the countryside digging into the distance, my magic amplified my sight until my vision became clear.

Miles