There she stood tall and breath taking. Her long dark brown hair ran independently in the low breeze. Her sapphire eyes danced with mystery no human has ever known. Her skin light cream, and unmarked. A long slender fingerer beckoned me forward.

She was adorned in the traditional garments of female Elves. Sewn together with spider webs and dyed the hughe of the grass. Upon her feet she wore naught. She again beckoned me forth, her name that which has never taken breath from any humans mouth, but mine. Then out of her pale lips, she whispered in her light yet powerful voice.

"Darzura, come with me." My ears grew bright and tingled as I heard my name being said in such a away, by such a creature.

"I can't." I heard my own voice murmur in resistance.

She lowered her arm and looked away, her hair now dancing across her face. "Darzura, please." My face heated, though as much as I wanted to, I couldn't obey her.

"I, I have obligations." She lifted her gaze to mine. This time, I was the one to look away.

"You will regret your rejection." I looked back at her. She breathed in deep, filling her chest with the scent of the piny surroundings. Then she turned and ran. In a flash she was gone. I wouldn't see her again, for a long time.