I am not a Christmas elf. I'm not the kind who makes useless, breakable toys. Or wear pointy hats and curvy shoes with those noisy bells on the end. And I don't sing goofy songs all the time and take orders from a fat man in a red suit. No. That's not don't get me started on the shoe making elves. Or the elf that has a bakery in a tree. Again, not me. But I am part of a race that is of a nature-based-perfect-super-human race. I know. Hard to just take a second. Close your eyes. Just imagine an elf. If you see one of Santa's slaves, you've got the wrong idea and I ask that you would banish it from your head. Thank you. Now, as I was saying, think of a beautiful person. Is that person beautiful? No, that person would look hideous next to an elf. Really, imagine the pure essence of beauty. Now make this essence a person. Make this person very tall, and slender. And make this person muscular and have animal abilities. I mean seriously, animal abilities. Sight,speed hearing sensing emotions, smelling and hunting. Except keener, and much better. We also have infatuate intelligence. And we live a natural life style. Simple, yet complex. I live in the clan/kingdom Aris. I am the queen's most trusted adviser, and leader of the armies. Follow the king more than I do the king. he is no real king, and never would be. Aris is perfect, for now. I am a warrior elf, and my name is Erasibeth.