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'Go on, April!' Elena giggled. 'Sing for us!' She picked up the bottle and took a huge swig from it. Then she tossed the empty bottle at a drunken man who was trying to slip his hand inside a girl's shirt. It hit him in the head and he passed out immediately, though whether from the bottle or from the amount of alcoholic he had consumed, it was not completely certain.

April rolled her startlingly green eyes. 'Sing for yourself,' she muttered.

Elena didn't listen to her. 'April's singing!' she shouted to everyone. A few people paused for a moment and then got back to what they were doing before. In a moment the pub was as noisy at it had been, it not noisier.

'See?' April said. 'Nobody cares.'

Elena stuck her tongue out at her. April cracked her neck calmly.

The girls always picked on April to sing, because she had the prettiest voice. They picked on her to dance, because she was the most fluid. Usually they would get the same outcome: April would refuse. Especially today.

April casually swept a strand of her golden hair behind her ear. She didn't like Elena and the girls. In fact, she completely despised them. But she never voiced her opinions.

April was an orphan. She was also a very shy girl. She had run away and settled in the woods. Yes, the woods. She had lived in the woods for a while, foraging for berries and always picking out a little extra for when the winter came. When said season did come, she would go in her cave and reside there. She owned a real bow and arrows, which she practiced with. She was a vegetarian, so she didn't eat meat, but she always her bow at her side in case the need arose to defend herself.

An elf. That was what a lot of people called her. Her strange, ethereal beauty. Her gracefulness. Her lilting voice. Her capability to survive in the wild for six years, ever since she was fifteen. The only thing she lacked was the heightened senses and the pointy ears. But even then, everyone still called her an elf.

She had read about elves. She had read the Lord of the Rings. She had seen the movie when she was younger. The character of Legolas piqued her curiosity, not because of his looks, but because he was an elf and very much like her, it seemed. She didn't know how to fight with knives, but someone could teach her.

April was lost in her own world, calmly waiting for the day when she would die. She had her life dedicated to living in the fantastical world that others only dreamed about. She saw no point of living in this life. She might as well live it to its fullest, and pretend about what would never come to pass.


I know it's really short, but I thought it would be a good prologue? Hate it, or love it? Or maybe in between?