By the time Plazo reached the elven village, it was mid-day. He stood on the outskirts of town, hidden by the trees and brush of the forest. Before he stepped out, he hesitated. How was he going to find this girl? He pondered his brain for what Lahnia had told him, but the only thing she said to identify her sister was her name. He warily looked over at the busy village, easily spotting a dozen young girls just from where he stood. He pursed his lips, trying to figure out how he was going to do this.

He heard a rustling nearby, and turned his head towards the noise. A few yards from him a young elven boy sat on the ground near the edge of the woods, tracing patterns into the ground with a stick. The boy looked about eight years old, and he softly hummed to himself as he played alone. He hadn't noticed the demon so far, oblivious to the potentially dangerous situation he was in. Plazo smirked, a plan forming in his head.

Crouching down behind a bush, so he was unseen, he began to shake a corner of the bush lightly. As he peered through the dense leaves of the bush, he could already see the boy's sparked interest.

XxXxX

The boy was startled by a sudden noise, and he quickly located it to a bush a few yards away, near the edge of the woods. Wondering if it was a rabbit or a bird, he stood up, wiping his dirty hands as he did so. Abandoning his amateur drawings, he began to walk towards the slightly shaking bush. Suddenly it stopped, and he quickly walked over to it. Peeking behind it, nothing was there. Just as he was about to turn back, another bush deeper in the woods began to shake. He approached this one now, his curiosity spiking once again. When it stopped, he looked and nothing was there, yet another bush began to rustle. This happened a few more times until the boy found himself deep in the woods, the village no longer visible behind him.

Suddenly he felt a coldness on his neck and a big hand on his shoulder. A deep voice resounded behind him.

"Don't scream and I won't have to hurt you" The boy was frozen, he didn't know what to do. After a few moments, the voice spoke again.

"Now slowly turn around and I will release you, but if you run I won't hesitate to send this blade through your back" The boy, now shaking from fear, slowly nodded and began to move forward, the coldness leaving his neck and the hand releasing its hold as he stepped forward. As he turned around, he got a look at the man for the first time.

To his surprise, it wasn't a man at all. Worse, it was a demon. He hadn't ever seen one before, but recognized him from stories. Bright colored skin, in this case a deep blue, a towering height, two small horns poking out from a tangle of black hair, and of course, the pitch black eyes. If the boy remembered right this type of demon was called a bokoblin.

The bokoblin had his machete pointed at the boy, but wore a calm expression.

"Do you know of an elf named Myra?" the demon asked. The boy, still nervous, answered with a shaking voice.

"Y-yes" Plazo smiled.

"Good"

XxXxX

After the boy had pointed out which hut Myra lived in from their concealed spot in the woods, Plazo grimaced. The hut he had pointed out was near the edge of the cliff, but surrounded by other buildings. He had hoped they would be on the outskirts, so he could easily sneak in. Unfortunately, if he tried to reach their hut now he would be easily seen. He had no choice, he would have to wait until night to conceal himself.

He glanced down at the young boy, still nervous but behaving as he was told. He couldn't let the boy go now, or he would warn the villagers. He would have to keep him until nighttime as well.

He sat down on the ground, and set his machete to his side. The boy looked at him in alarm, the demon now the same height as the boy stood. Plazo smiled warmly at him.

"Would you like to play a game?"

XxXxX

They had been playing games all day, the boy, whose name was Devan he learned, quickly warming up to Plazo with the prospect of games. As the sun was quickly receding behind the tree line, and Plazo knew it was almost time. As they finished their current game, Plazo stood up. Devan looked up in surprise.

"It's time for me to take my leave. Do you remember what I told you?" The boy nodded, remembering how Plazo specifically said to not tell anyone he was here.

"Do you have to go? This was so much fun" Devan looked up sadly at the demon who became his friend. Said demon chuckled, and ruffled his hair playfully.

"No, I must go. And you must too. Now hurry home." The boy looked disappointed, but still ran off into the village.

Once the boy was gone, Plazo began to make his way through the village. Most of the elves were inside by now, but Plazo kept to the shadows anyway. Soon he was in front of the hut that the boy pointed out earlier.

As he was reaching for the handle to make his way inside, the door began to open on its own. Someone was leaving. Reacting quickly, the demon moved to the side of the hut, concealed in the shadows.

XxXxX

When Myra woke up that morning, she was surprised to feel something crinkle as she moved her head. Curious, she looked under her pillow and found a letter, with her name on it. And she would recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Quickly sitting up, she tore the through the envelope and quickly scanned the letter. She felt her eyes well up with tears of joy just to realize that her beloved sister was still alive. Once she read the letter over at least five times, she pondered the information given to her.

Lahnia had related to her the tale of where she had been, and also urged her to not tell anyone else why she was gone. In her eyes, it would be better if everyone thought she was dead since she had to leave the village anyway. She couldn't bear not telling Myra though.

With her leaving, Lahnia had told Myra that she wanted to see her one last time, before she disappeared for good. It was the only way to keep the village safe. Lahnia told her to meet where they always did, sometime tonight.

Myra smiled, immediately knowing where she was talking about. As children, when they wanted to get away they would follow the stream leading into the lake up to a huge tree, and play among its roots and branches. It was in the middle of the forest, but the tree was hard to miss due to its sheer size. Now, that was where they went whenever their brother was being especially cruel or they had to talk.

All day Myra was on edge, waiting for the sun to go down so she could leave. As she would wander about the house, she would constantly grip the hem of her skirt. She wore a simple green skirt, and a soft white blouse. She had wavy hair that was cut short just below her jawline, its dirty blonde color accentuating her soft curls. She shared Lahnias vivid green eyes, the color of grass on a sunny day. She had a carefree and trusting spirit, which contrasted with Lahnias nervous one. Even though the sisters were unalike, they still cherished each other deeply. That's why Myra was so uncharacteristically worried about this meeting. Would it really be the last time she would see Lahnia?

As she was left to her thoughts, she noticed the sky finally beginning to darken. She was ready to head out.

Her brother had left earlier to go to the pub, and her mother was in the living room sitting in a chair, her eyes blank as she stared ahead of her, lost in thought, as she had been all day.

"Mother" Myra said in a sweet voice. However, she didn't seem to hear her, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her. Sighing, Myra went and crouched in front of the lost woman, and took her hands in her own.

"Mother" She said again, and the woman's eyes quickly glanced towards her in recognition. She took this as a sign to move on.

"I'm going out to a friend's house tonight, I'll be back by morning" Her mother gave a slight nod, all the while her eyes still fixed in front of her.

Myra sighed again and got up, making her way to the door.

As she opened it she could see that the light from day had all but disappeared. The warm air surrounded her, and she could hear the crickets beginning their nightly symphony. She softly closed the door behind her, and stepped out with her bare feet onto the grass that surrounded the hut, and headed to her left to make her way through the village and to the tree line. As she stepped into the shadows on the side of her house, she was met with a surprise.

She felt a pair of hands roughly grab her and pull her further into the shadows on the side of her house. A cold metal was pressed to her neck, and a low voice resounded behind her.

"Don't scream or move, unless you want a slit throat" Myra trembled in fear, but slowly nodded in understanding.

"Now, is your name Myra?"

A/N This chapter sets up the next one, so sorry if it was a little dry. The next one will be more interesting though! Once again, please review with comments, concerns, and critiques! :3