[suicidal elf chick]

A young girl looked down at the scene below her. A man had been sitting next to a fire, but he just got up and started running after two or three girls. She climbed down from her post in the giant oak tree and looked around for signs of other people around. Seeing none, she began to chase after the others in the shadows, intending to find out what all the fuss was about. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound behind her.

"Who are you, and what are you doing?" a shadowy form asked, pinning her to the ground.

"What's it to you?" she asked, kicking up with her legs and managing to get the person in the back of their neck. The form was knocked out and crumpled immediately. She jumped up and struck a match.

"Let's see just who you are," she said to herself, flipping the unconcsious form over. The answer shocked her. It was her best friend, Elipo. He was tall, like her, and was almost the exact opposite. He liked being the center of attention. She hated attracting attention to herself.

"Hey, Elipo, wake up!" she called softly to him, gently slapping his face. "It's me, Sindeliwen. You shouldn't have attacked me like that," she said as he regained consciousness. She helped him up and began brushing herself off. Her neatly braided hair had become undone and messy in the short struggle.

"What are you doing?" Elipo asked as he leaned to the side, past Sindeliwen, looking at the direction she was going.

"I saw a man begin to chase a few girls who were already running. I wanted to see what they were doing, and why they were running. I was curious. What are you doing here?" Sindeliwen answered.

"Hunting. Hey, Sindee?" Elipo began to say, calling her her old nickname.

Suddenly, there was another sound in the underbrush, and someone else came out.

[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]

[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]