The majestic creature finally noticed our presence. Her ears were long, they kind of curled at the ends and they were always moving. Her eyes were droopy at the sides and they were an unusual silvery color. She had horns too, I've never seen an elf with horns. Her horns were black and her hair was in loose pigtails. Her hair, as white as snow, would quickly turn with her head as she turned toward us. Her pale skin and dark red lips reminded me of a story I used to hear during the darkest nights. It was about a princess who wanted to be a warrior. I think I can guess how that feels, after all, I too am a princess.

Out of all the animals that I have befriended, Quim was one who did not realize I was a princess. He knows now, only after I told him before. My father and mother died during the earthquake. I was lucky to survive, I knew I would've died if it weren't for Quim. He guided me to the safest route even though his life was on the line for mine. I wish I was with my mother and father at that time, they could've survived with me.

I nervously pawed at the ground while the wood elf walked towards us. "So, you're survivors too. That earthquake was really something, wasn't it?" She asked. The silence in the air was unsettling. I gave a quiet snort and directed it toward Quim. I looked up and saw that the wood elf had on hunting gear. She is probably one of the high elves, others don't usually have the privilege to hunt freely. "I'm Kasteile. Do not you speak?" She asked. "Oh, er, sorry... My name is Yan- this is Quim." I nodded up toward Quim on the high branch. "He doesn't usually talk as much to strangers." I went back to pawing the ground. "Well, I've heard of both of you. Yan, you're a wolf princess. Quim, you're a strong warrior." I looked up again, she had on a half smile as if to say, just give me a chance.

I heard Quim give a small hoot. "Is it true you're really a wood elf?" He suddenly blurted out. Kasteile gave a small chuckle. "No, I'm not a wood elf, I may look like one, but I'm not. I'm actually a dark elf. Not one you've seen. That's why I have these horns- my cursed horns, as they say." She placed a hand on one of her horns. "Oh. Who are they?" I asked. "They," she pointed to a tall mountain, "are the dwarves." She replied. "They make these fancy mechanisms and they call me cursed. Pfft. Like I chose to be like this." She started to go on about some other story. "Wait. How are you cursed?" I ask. "Well, you see, my father used to be a dark lord. He married the daughter of the light lord and he, eh, murdered her." She said. "That's awful! I'm sorry he was your father." I mumbled. "No need to be, it wasn't your fault. I was crying about my loss before but I'm fine now." She stared up at Quim. "He really doesn't talk, does he?"