Fantasy
He saw her every single day. Dancing, gliding and jumping over the water surface, carried by small translucent wings that sprout from her back. And everytime he hid in the shadows. Afraid of her beauty, of the glares he got when he went out of his cave.
That was until one fateful day.
She had come upon the lake like usual, her long red hair held together in a long braid, her hair intertwined with flowers in every colour imaginable. She had begun dancing a slow dance, twirling around on the tips of her toes and making an occasional jump. He had seen it from the beginning to the end plenty of times, yet everytime, he was enchanted by her. He longed to be with her, to guide her further through her dance, to touch her soft skin and to not be feared by someone in this world.
He thought he had wished that last thing out loud, because when she was near the bush he was hiding in, she looked at him and smiled. He gasped and had fallen over out of surprise. She giggled. "Who are you?"she asked, her voice sweet and gentle. He tried to crawl back into the woods, longing for the darkness, when she pushed the branches of the bushes aside. She smiled at him. Hadn't she seen his body? His huge scar? The little stump on one side of his head where he once had a long elf ear? She didn't seem to care about any of those things and offered him her hand. "Are you alright?" she asked. He nodded. "I'm fine. Thank you." She finally seemed to notice his ears, for she looked at him, worriedly. "What's wrong with your ears? Are you hurt? Do you need help?" She started talking about injuries and how they were to be looked after and Fakir didn't seem to be bothered. "I'm fine, it's been like this for a long while, so it doesn't that much." She still looked at him, wanting to make sure he was fine. "How did you get in this state?" she asked and he started to talk.
He had been one of the forest folk, a group of wood elves. However he was more reckless and went further into the woods than the others. He wrote what he had seen everyday in a journal, but now and then he wrote imaginational journeys. In those, he flew past waterfalls, fought monsters and saved entire villages. But one day, he wasn't thinking straight. He had heard a rumor about a pack of werewolves terrorizing a town nearby and thought about his stories. He tried to save the town and it worked out okay.
But...
His parents had followed him to the village. They had protected him, both died in battle when one werewolf had tried dragging him off by his ear, ripping the top part off and leaving a huge gash that went from his right shoulder to his left hip. He wasn't the same afterwards. He was traumatised and started straying off whenever there was a full moon. They had banished him. He still came out when he ran out of food and they allowed him to buy food at the market.
She looked at him, filled with different emotions. Fear, pity, confusion, every emotion started filling her eyes after he was done with his story. She sighed. "You must be lonely,"she said softly. He looked away. "But you're not alone in that you know. I don't have my parents as well and I'm also not that welcome in my hometown." He looked at her, surprised. "Why?" She stared at her feet. "I'm clumsy, I stutter a lot and I'm always late for everything. It is only when I dance on the lake that I don't have any of those qualities." She smiled sadly. He didn't know what to say. "Uhm, I've been watching you." She looked at him surprised. "It started around a year ago, when you started to come dance here." His face was flushed slightly red. "You dance really well." She stood up. "Do you dance?" "I used to, why?" He asked. She grabbed both of his hands. "Dance with me."
They spent the rest of the evening dancing. Well, they couldn't decide on who was going to lead, so they just spun around for a while.
But it was a night neither of them would forget in a long time.
Sorry for the sappy ending.
And again sorry for the late update